CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hey Now
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the sh*t
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
If it ain't you and me then it's my .223
Got an Off White belt with a stick in my jeans
I bet I seen a dog that you never seen
Bad b*t*h, hell yeah she mean
I-I slide on an opp and I score
Bad b*t*h, looking like Regina George
I'm moving weight like I'm working on my core
I feel like O-Dog when he walked in that store
I got a chopper, let it sing like a chorus
I'm the trapper of the year, I might go to Morgan
Where you at, Goon? Pa** me the .40
I was backdooring cuz I was down poorly
I had to trap to buy my first pair of Jordans
Ooh, it's raining, it's pouring
I..I learn the recipe, you don't know my source
Get a bop up, might hit if you torch
95, my grandfather in Lorton
Forgive me for my sins, I pray to the Lord
You a capping n***a, you ain't hop out the porch
Real trap n***a, put a hole in a fool seal
Spin a bin in U-Haul, I could probably put a horse in it
Might slide in a coupe, beep the horn, put your daughter in
In a real trap house, upstairs, no floor in it, yeah
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the sh*t
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the sh*t
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
If it ain't you and me then it's my .223
Got an Off White belt with a stick in my jeans
I bet I seen a dog that you never seen
Bad b*t*h, hell yeah she mean
I-I slide on an opp and I score
Bad b*t*h, looking like Regina George
I'm moving weight like I'm working on my core
I feel like O-Dog when he walked in that store
I got a chopper, let it sing like a chorus
I'm the trapper of the year, I might go to Morgan
Where you at, Goon? Pa** me the .40
I was backdooring cuz I was down poorly
I had to trap to buy my first pair of Jordans
Ooh, it's raining, it's pouring
I..I learn the recipe, you don't know my source
Get a bop up, might hit if you torch
95, my grandfather in Lorton
Forgive me for my sins, I pray to the Lord
You a capping n***a, you ain't hop out the porch
Real trap n***a, put a hole in a fool seal
Spin a bin in U-Haul, I could probably put a horse in it
Might slide in a coupe, beep the horn, put your daughter in
In a real trap house, upstairs, no floor in it, yeah
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the sh*t
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
