Let it run through, ima run through
Don't cut it
HWY
(Let's go!)
Threw convo straight to the side, The B had failed, the convo was dry (Ugh)
Her lil phone start to ring, she wait & paused to think of a lie
These bitches stupid & thinking that when it be bitches I'm short the supply
Im tryna tag me another
??????
F*ck from the side
HWY
I was really feeling this bitch but she thinking I'm dumb or thinking I'm Stevie
When you don't think I ain't paying attention just in real life that I'm peeping
I done been through some shit up in this life so I'm doing more looking then speaking
I don't speak French but I'm telling you niggas be hating and niggas stay scheming
HWY just hopped right up out of the whip
But I'm still hitting the throttle
Lil mama came down with that ass & a waddle
She drinking out the bottle
Her nigga came up with the bass in his voice I'm thinking that he wanna squabble
He ain't see brodie tucked off in the cut waiting for shit to get hostile
Sincerely,
None of y'all is f*cking with me
They up in the way or they tryna permit me
I might just go hop in the whip & then pour up the drank and then ride through your city
Letters start looking real crooked you think that I'm tryna spell Mississippi
If I cannot do it my nigga it cannot be done yeah I'm feeling like 50
Ugh
Nah sayin? had to catch it right back
We back!
Up in a blender
That's where these lil niggas be going cause niggas be weak & they soft & they tender
As far as these bitches be going I bend her & spin her and get all up in her
No you ain't been anywhere that I been no these niggas ain't seen a commute
I been running laps around these little niggas just sit back and enjoy the pursuit
These niggas be lying and bitches believing I guess they enjoying the fruit
I got a collection of guns with drums you know that I call em The Roots
Sincerely,
None of y'all is f*cking with me
They up in the way or they tryna permit me
I might just go hop in the whip & then pour up the drank and then ride through your city
Letters start looking real crooked you think that I'm tryna spell Mississippi
Sincerely, HWY
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English
Let it run through, ima run through
Don't cut it
HWY
(Let's go!)
Threw convo straight to the side, The B had failed, the convo was dry (Ugh)
Her lil phone start to ring, she wait & paused to think of a lie
These bitches stupid & thinking that when it be bitches I'm short the supply
Im tryna tag me another
??????
F*ck from the side
HWY
I was really feeling this bitch but she thinking I'm dumb or thinking I'm Stevie
When you don't think I ain't paying attention just in real life that I'm peeping
I done been through some shit up in this life so I'm doing more looking then speaking
I don't speak French but I'm telling you niggas be hating and niggas stay scheming
HWY just hopped right up out of the whip
But I'm still hitting the throttle
Lil mama came down with that ass & a waddle
She drinking out the bottle
Her nigga came up with the bass in his voice I'm thinking that he wanna squabble
He ain't see brodie tucked off in the cut waiting for shit to get hostile
Sincerely,
None of y'all is f*cking with me
They up in the way or they tryna permit me
I might just go hop in the whip & then pour up the drank and then ride through your city
Letters start looking real crooked you think that I'm tryna spell Mississippi
If I cannot do it my nigga it cannot be done yeah I'm feeling like 50
Ugh
Nah sayin? had to catch it right back
We back!
Up in a blender
That's where these lil niggas be going cause niggas be weak & they soft & they tender
As far as these bitches be going I bend her & spin her and get all up in her
No you ain't been anywhere that I been no these niggas ain't seen a commute
I been running laps around these little niggas just sit back and enjoy the pursuit
These niggas be lying and bitches believing I guess they enjoying the fruit
I got a collection of guns with drums you know that I call em The Roots
Sincerely,
None of y'all is f*cking with me
They up in the way or they tryna permit me
I might just go hop in the whip & then pour up the drank and then ride through your city
Letters start looking real crooked you think that I'm tryna spell Mississippi
Sincerely, HWY
Don't cut it
HWY
(Let's go!)
Threw convo straight to the side, The B had failed, the convo was dry (Ugh)
Her lil phone start to ring, she wait & paused to think of a lie
These bitches stupid & thinking that when it be bitches I'm short the supply
Im tryna tag me another
??????
F*ck from the side
HWY
I was really feeling this bitch but she thinking I'm dumb or thinking I'm Stevie
When you don't think I ain't paying attention just in real life that I'm peeping
I done been through some shit up in this life so I'm doing more looking then speaking
I don't speak French but I'm telling you niggas be hating and niggas stay scheming
HWY just hopped right up out of the whip
But I'm still hitting the throttle
Lil mama came down with that ass & a waddle
She drinking out the bottle
Her nigga came up with the bass in his voice I'm thinking that he wanna squabble
He ain't see brodie tucked off in the cut waiting for shit to get hostile
Sincerely,
None of y'all is f*cking with me
They up in the way or they tryna permit me
I might just go hop in the whip & then pour up the drank and then ride through your city
Letters start looking real crooked you think that I'm tryna spell Mississippi
If I cannot do it my nigga it cannot be done yeah I'm feeling like 50
Ugh
Nah sayin? had to catch it right back
We back!
Up in a blender
That's where these lil niggas be going cause niggas be weak & they soft & they tender
As far as these bitches be going I bend her & spin her and get all up in her
No you ain't been anywhere that I been no these niggas ain't seen a commute
I been running laps around these little niggas just sit back and enjoy the pursuit
These niggas be lying and bitches believing I guess they enjoying the fruit
I got a collection of guns with drums you know that I call em The Roots
Sincerely,
None of y'all is f*cking with me
They up in the way or they tryna permit me
I might just go hop in the whip & then pour up the drank and then ride through your city
Letters start looking real crooked you think that I'm tryna spell Mississippi
Sincerely, HWY
Writer: JONATHAN BLATCH
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