"HEARSAY" lyrics
Shwinn, Fat Nick & South Strip Lyrics
I don't do no hearsay
Diamonds on me clear as day
Spoon to pot I whipped the ye belt to ass I whip ya mane
I don't do no hearsay
Money talk let's conversate
In the kitchen like I bake this choppa make him double take
Niggas love to chat just like a runnin' back they know I'm in the field
Money talk and I ain't Benny Frank lil boy I'm active still
How they tough until they turn around and we start clappin' steel
Ya mans down another man down but we keep clappin' still
I'm on ya ass for real these lil boys know my bag for days
I put that bitch on ya head have my shooter come and wet ya waves
Ain't tryna get shit but paid they say this money made me change
But who the fuck would stay the same when different people actin' strange
White gold on lil tall boul that pull up in that coupe now
Quarter million dollar nigga that came up from that futon
You was sleep I was up I drop ya rent on my shoes now
Money on me old as fuck this bread fee like croutons
I don't do no hearsay
Diamonds on me clear as day
Spoon to pot I whipped the ye belt to ass I whip ya mane
I don't do no hearsay
Money talk let's conversate
In the kitchen like I bake this choppa make him double take
See me in this GLE my choppa known to say R I P
Back to back in these SRT's
Double down I ain't come for peace
Kel tecs big Glocks
Double cup I need more stuff
40 bands for this corner section
Geeked as fuck I need more prescriptions
I'm off this X bitch shawty I can't feel my face
Pull up in this cullinan these stars I'm throwed in space
Smoking out this loud pack and I keep a switch
I can't fuck up on a normie need a geeker bitch
I don't do no hearsay
Diamonds on me clear as day
Spoon to pot I whipped the ye belt to ass I whip ya mane
I don't do no hearsay
Money talk let's conversate
In the kitchen like I bake this choppa make him double take
Diamonds on me clear as day
Spoon to pot I whipped the ye belt to ass I whip ya mane
I don't do no hearsay
Money talk let's conversate
In the kitchen like I bake this choppa make him double take
Niggas love to chat just like a runnin' back they know I'm in the field
Money talk and I ain't Benny Frank lil boy I'm active still
How they tough until they turn around and we start clappin' steel
Ya mans down another man down but we keep clappin' still
I'm on ya ass for real these lil boys know my bag for days
I put that bitch on ya head have my shooter come and wet ya waves
Ain't tryna get shit but paid they say this money made me change
But who the fuck would stay the same when different people actin' strange
White gold on lil tall boul that pull up in that coupe now
Quarter million dollar nigga that came up from that futon
You was sleep I was up I drop ya rent on my shoes now
Money on me old as fuck this bread fee like croutons
I don't do no hearsay
Diamonds on me clear as day
Spoon to pot I whipped the ye belt to ass I whip ya mane
I don't do no hearsay
Money talk let's conversate
In the kitchen like I bake this choppa make him double take
See me in this GLE my choppa known to say R I P
Back to back in these SRT's
Double down I ain't come for peace
Kel tecs big Glocks
Double cup I need more stuff
40 bands for this corner section
Geeked as fuck I need more prescriptions
I'm off this X bitch shawty I can't feel my face
Pull up in this cullinan these stars I'm throwed in space
Smoking out this loud pack and I keep a switch
I can't fuck up on a normie need a geeker bitch
I don't do no hearsay
Diamonds on me clear as day
Spoon to pot I whipped the ye belt to ass I whip ya mane
I don't do no hearsay
Money talk let's conversate
In the kitchen like I bake this choppa make him double take
