Jaywall - HIM Lyrics

Run up a milli then hop out the cut with the vert

They hit my line for the work

Sticks like the Navy

On top of these niggas live gravy

Gave them the route like i'm Brady

She think ima cheater

She think I f*ck with a eater

Cut that hoe off I don't need her

Run up that money for D then I split with my team and I promise I ain't here for the fame

I put a Rollie on niggas who never had money they only goin bang for the gang

They told me Jaywall you rapping, you capping, you made it and came back and act like you changed

Maybe I changed cause they never believed in dreams and the things that I set to achieve

We never having the money on Christmas, I told my lil brother we got to believe

How ima sleep when they fighting with bullets they killing the rested a stepper lil Steve

His momma she worried he all in the streets with that work after church he went straight to the G

Jeans on me Miri

Glock on me holding a 30

Creep on that nigga we sent a few hoes they my birdies

They keep me in the rotation

They let me know where the money and jewelry located

Call me the preacher

This ain't a Hem it's a Demon

Straight to the bank cause I need it

We hit the Sax

We spent like 30 on racks on the Gucci they ain't even release yet

You giving up on the rapping but you putting time into trapping

You rather work

You stay in the dirt

You rather be on a shirt

Bitch I don't get it

If I talk my shit like i'm Wendy and all my designer is Fendi

Keys to the Bentley

Cartier eyes they ain't friendly

Ain't with the talking the Woo lady see where I'm headed

I got you right on the ropes

Hit you like Tyson the goat

We getting faded

Hop on the beat like It's baby

Hoe suck the crew for relation

Bto shit yea i'm cooking

Heating up like i'm a oven

You better put on a muffin

I gave your hoe everything cause she grew up with nothing

She get whatever she wanted

Just dropped a song now these niggas they hitting my DM

Charge them like 10 for the feature

Send me the cash ima wake up and walk on the beat

Send you the song in the PM

Ain't talking murder

We leave a nigga unheard of

He on the back of the milk

We leaving shells like a turtle

Did a 110

I taught my shooter to hurdle

Hop out the Burban security clutching the pole

He got a license to lay down a nigga who think that they funny and act like a joke

I kinda see why you really don't like me you think that you icy I'm melting you down

I got your manger all in my DM like i'm on a pedestal you on the ground

I got your momma she clapping for me like she knew all the words to my song like a vow

I know i'm making her proud

She said to be everything that you said you goin be

You steady letting her down

I'm really sorry for taking the shine that you needed I guess you can say i'm conceded

Hopped on the track then I upload straight to the G got bitches recording the screen

Bto get racks

We bought out half of the club

Just so the women can enter the building and we say the Henny is covered on us