Heyy

Yeah My favorite bitch just cut me off, and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah) It's probably one of her lil' messy hatin' ass friends bein' evil I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up Slow stroke, fast stroke, grindin' it, I'm a real pleaser 60 hoes in New York havin' dinner Bottega send it to me soon as they get it I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter Make sure everybody sit comfortable You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin' Shе tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us They know we can't be fucked with, they not one of us It's done been sometimes I slipped, I'm not fallin' Brabus baby blue, the inside too, I'm feelin' like a kid again They thought I got lucky last time, fuck it, I'm back on that shit again Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly Got it chocolate to match her skin I just gave bro a hundred pounds of wham Told him, "Tell the city it's in" Majority of the time, I "Hi" and "Bye," these niggas I ain't with all that lockin' in shit Money over everything, try to stop it You get popped right then and there Message thread full of, "Where you ats?" and "Pull up on me" Bunch of whens and wheres Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance All they care about is who they kill I was tryna keep that shit in order It got harder 'cause I'm never there It's a better life out here I promise, brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear I know how it feel to spin a opp But it feel way better to count a million I come from the bottom of the bottom I shot right up through the fuckin' ceilin' Hey (hey-hey-hey) Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up Take some, only when you need it You won't make it far bein' greedy My grandma taught me how to be a leader If we fly commercial, we got greeters They just know that we important people They see how we comin', think we ghetto Until they children tell 'em I'm their hero Flight attendant said I look familiar Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world" Oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl" Real street music, I ran that field If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl Get your lick back, come step in my world Two bitches on the same itinerary The same flight, same hotel, they don't even know each other yet (yeah) One of 'em don't say nothin', the other askin', "Do we go together yet?" Young turnt nigga, ain't no holdin' back This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that I don't think I met a nigga colder yet, like Hey (hey-hey-hey) Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Hey (hey-hey-hey) Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) (Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) (Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)