Read/Sing Lil Baby Lyrics Song Title; Heyy
Heyy”
It’s probably one of her lil messy hatin’ ass friends being evil
Ain’t stressin’ bout it, she will come around when she wanna eat it up
Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I’m a real pleaser
60 hoes in New York having dinner
Bottega send it to me as 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’
She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us
They know we can’t be fucked with, none one of us
It’s done been some times I slipped, I’m not falling
Brabus baby blue, the inside too, I’m feeling 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 bruh 100 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 locking in shit
Money over everything, try to stop it, you get popped right then and there
Message thread full of “where you at’s”, and “pull up on me’s”, bunch of “whens and where’s”
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 cuz I’m never there
It’s a better life out here, I promise, brodie, Imma 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 fucking ceiling
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can’t put our fire out
Heyyyy
Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out
Heyyyy
This her first time coming to my house
Heyyyy
Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can’t put our fire out
Heyyyy
Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out
Heyyyy
This her first time coming to my house
Heyyyy
Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts
Stay down, hustle hard until you come up
Take sum only when you need it
You won’t make it far being 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 coming, think we ghetto
Until they children tell ’em I’m the hero
Flight attendant say I look familiar
Crack a smile, tell her “It’s a small world”
Oh, that’s yo bitch, that’s my hoe too
We gone 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 yo lick back, vome step in my world
2 bitches on the same itinerary
The same flight, same hotel, they don’t even know each other yet
One of em don’t say nun, the other askin’ do we go together yet
Young turnt nigga, ain’t no holding 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
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can’t put our fire out
Heyyyy
Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out
Heyyyy
This her first time coming to my house
Heyyyy
Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts
Heyyy
Everybody lit, can’t put our fire out
Heyyyy
Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out
Heyyyy
This her first time coming to my house
Heyyyy
Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts
