"Hello" lyrics
Panic
Had just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams
I just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams
I just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams
I just
Hold on, float off with the lean in the Lamb', yeah
Have them niggas talking shit but you know I don't give a damn, yeah
Bad young nigga, BMW got a camera
Bitch stalking me, what the fuck is you, a camera?
I don't give a fuck, shawty say that I'm a asshole
I be doin' what I want, I ain't feelin' kissin' no ass hoe
No, you can't be wit' us if you ain't down to split a taco
Niggas wanna watch me like the San Andreas Astro
Pussy-ass nigga, he decided to try the back though
Pussy-ass nigga, I just served you at my back door
Nigga, that was you, in that dirty polo head though
I don't use @s though, catch me where I'm at though
But I ain't tryna gain on 'em, we all tryna get racks though
And I'm smokin' [?] at [?] and you smell that?
We don't really give a fuck what you niggas doin'
30 round and drums, we don't care who shootin'
And I'm being deadass, that ain't fuckin' music
And she really fuck with me, she say I'm so amusin'
Droppin' anything I want, I got the fans confused, man
When I got into shit, I knew it was win this or lose this
See, I gon' get that back if you act foolish
See, you niggas get that bag and you fuckin' lose it
I spent twenty thousand at Saks though
You know that it's Louis when they see racks though
Police LA going so fast, 'cause it's fast, bitch
Smokin' on weed every day, in love with this trap shit
[?] so stylish on 'em
Whippin' up Billie Eilish on 'em
Know the days they hated on me
Fuck niggas got [?] on me
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
You with your friend, you hear that chopper, you better duck, too
Hit 'em with that chopper just like fuck you
Bad bitch from the 'gram but she don't love you
That don't even fuckin' matter 'cause they need us, too
And my brother 'bout to bust that bitch, I bust too
And the Glock right beside me, it's just us two
And it hold so many rounds, it's so wonderful
Why this bad bitch like me, and she so cool
But I don't really trust her, 'cause what the fuck I do, nigga
Just 'cause I got a fast car, I guess I'm cool, nigga
Bitch see that I got money and wanna use it, nigga
Glock overheated, man that bitch need some coolant, nigga
We from Savannah man, we said we a do that nigga
And when we do that nigga, you know he on the news
You know he on the news, Channel 6 man, don't be confused
Don't ask me what I'm rappin' 'bout, it's just what's going on
Don't wanna argue wit' your hood, don't wanna pick no bone
They don't wanna spread no positivity and that's what's going on
My bitch, she was drunk and she called my phone
She talkin' 'bout, "You don't love me no more"
I don't know what she talkin' bout, I guess she drunk though
Hell no, I ain't talkin' bout [?] while I'm still the huncho
Countin' up the rackaids, got a AK wit' 'bout eight K on me
Hello, callin' the money like hello
She callin' me and I'm like, hello
Had just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams
I just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams
I just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams
I just
Hold on, float off with the lean in the Lamb', yeah
Have them niggas talking shit but you know I don't give a damn, yeah
Bad young nigga, BMW got a camera
Bitch stalking me, what the fuck is you, a camera?
I don't give a fuck, shawty say that I'm a asshole
I be doin' what I want, I ain't feelin' kissin' no ass hoe
No, you can't be wit' us if you ain't down to split a taco
Niggas wanna watch me like the San Andreas Astro
Pussy-ass nigga, he decided to try the back though
Pussy-ass nigga, I just served you at my back door
Nigga, that was you, in that dirty polo head though
I don't use @s though, catch me where I'm at though
But I ain't tryna gain on 'em, we all tryna get racks though
And I'm smokin' [?] at [?] and you smell that?
We don't really give a fuck what you niggas doin'
30 round and drums, we don't care who shootin'
And I'm being deadass, that ain't fuckin' music
And she really fuck with me, she say I'm so amusin'
Droppin' anything I want, I got the fans confused, man
When I got into shit, I knew it was win this or lose this
See, I gon' get that back if you act foolish
See, you niggas get that bag and you fuckin' lose it
I spent twenty thousand at Saks though
You know that it's Louis when they see racks though
Police LA going so fast, 'cause it's fast, bitch
Smokin' on weed every day, in love with this trap shit
[?] so stylish on 'em
Whippin' up Billie Eilish on 'em
Know the days they hated on me
Fuck niggas got [?] on me
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
You with your friend, you hear that chopper, you better duck, too
Hit 'em with that chopper just like fuck you
Bad bitch from the 'gram but she don't love you
That don't even fuckin' matter 'cause they need us, too
And my brother 'bout to bust that bitch, I bust too
And the Glock right beside me, it's just us two
And it hold so many rounds, it's so wonderful
Why this bad bitch like me, and she so cool
But I don't really trust her, 'cause what the fuck I do, nigga
Just 'cause I got a fast car, I guess I'm cool, nigga
Bitch see that I got money and wanna use it, nigga
Glock overheated, man that bitch need some coolant, nigga
We from Savannah man, we said we a do that nigga
And when we do that nigga, you know he on the news
You know he on the news, Channel 6 man, don't be confused
Don't ask me what I'm rappin' 'bout, it's just what's going on
Don't wanna argue wit' your hood, don't wanna pick no bone
They don't wanna spread no positivity and that's what's going on
My bitch, she was drunk and she called my phone
She talkin' 'bout, "You don't love me no more"
I don't know what she talkin' bout, I guess she drunk though
Hell no, I ain't talkin' bout [?] while I'm still the huncho
Countin' up the rackaids, got a AK wit' 'bout eight K on me
Hello, callin' the money like hello
She callin' me and I'm like, hello
