a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

day 1 - hotboy wes lyrics

[intro]
locked in a cell when i met my miss
elite got that heat
locked in a cell when i met my miss
ap run that check up
real n*gga, ayo, tide, n*gga
maximum security, n*gga
final plug

[chorus]
locked in a cell when i met my miss
i was down bad on my ass, i was different
i ain’t no prisoner, i ain’t had no letter
couldn’t lay stone, i ain’t have no cheddar
shotgun hollows, ain’t had no exit
fresh out the county, i ain’t had no whip
straight from the block, can’t stop my blitz
polestar coupe pulin’ up in my section

[verse]
how you call a n*gga your day one? dollar one but ever since you caught, no commissary
how you call a n*gga your day one? dollar one put a key in his back, got your partner buried
how you call a n*gga your day one? dollar one time for this bin, you ain’t get in the car (what?)
how you call a n*gga your day one? dollar one time for a stimmie, and he ready for war
my brothers my brothers, my people my people
my opps are my opps
if you beefin’ with him and we beefin’ with them and they’re cl!ckin’ up, you can get shot, yeah (at all)
trap out hard in my section and the foreign car came back corrected
at my mamas house, it was hectic
tapes in the vcr, watchin’ billy (yeah)
they don’t know about the pain, young n*gga had to conquer (conquer)
thuggin’ in the bottom, stealin’ dollars from my mama (from my mama)
steady poppin’ pills so i can deal with my conscious (with my conscious)
every day i’m thinkin’ ’bout my youngin’, he went under
drop top coupe, give a f*ck about the four k!ll ya
glock in my jeans, young n*gga need no man
we’re gonna bring the beef to the door like doordash
can’t stop lie, i’ma grind, need mo’ cash
i’m with the shooters, ain’t no recrutin’
i’m with the same crew (four hunnid)
b*tches gon’ change too, n*ggas gon’ change too
benjamin change blue
b*tches gon’ change too, n*ggas gon’ change too
benjamin change blue
don’t let it change you
don’t let it change you
young n*gga trappin’ out the breezeway
turned to traffic stop into a speed chase
track hawk get lost, speed race
keep a gunner out up on in three states (gang)
can’t catch me, srt
super lead in my gasoline (skrrt)
used to jack out with that vaseline (vase)
locked up in that cell with a bag of beans (bag of)
i’ma turn me a trap to a trampoline (trap)
if i throw up a four, that’s my faculty (fac’)
if you reach for my throat, that’s a casualty (cas’)
in these trenches, i’m not what a rapper be
all i had was a glock 19 and a bag full of rocks and an at&t (yeah)
young n*gga started from the bottom with his hands on a chopper, now he choppin’ out an airbnb
these n*ggas flock, hollerin’ ’bout how they gonna rob ’em
when they see me on the scene, they don’t need much speed (rack)
signed a record deal, still trappin’ this street (trap)
real street n*gga get a brick for free
[chorus]
locked in a cell when i met my miss
i was down bad on my ass, i was different
i ain’t no prisoner, i ain’t had no letter
couldn’t lay stone, i ain’t have no cheddar
shotgun hollows, ain’t had no exit
fresh out the county, i ain’t had no whip
straight from the block, can’t stop my blitz
polestar coupe pulin’ up in my section (skrrt, skrrt)

- hotboy wes lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular