"Hershey" lyrics
(We choose to go to the moon)
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I don't know what you doing, do not stop it, keep going
Why you up in my cup? Why you worried what I'm pouring?
Tryna run to your love, but I think that door closes
I'm off all of them drugs, yeah, it's hard to stay holy
Rockstar living like John Lennon
Hoes get mad like bitter lemon
Popping my shit like yeah, yeah, .223s hit through your fitted
Whole lot of money, whole lot of women (Yeah)
Look at my stocks, yeah, all my digits (Yeah)
We blowin' them bands, you penny-pinching (Yeah)
Shawty, she foreign, speak hieroglyphic (Yeah)
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
This shit is all that I do, I get it out
Pushin' the whip and I'm smokin' on za
I'm with the crew, just tryna have a good time (Yeah)
I'm finna party tonight
Shawty want them big
She in love with all the molly, think I'm in love with sin
In wedlock with all my drugs
She wanna fuck with a star (Star)
Yeah, can't believe I made this far (This far)
Now we pullin' up in foreign car
Split your tablet, see the star
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I don't know what you doing, do not stop it, keep going
Why you up in my cup? Why you worried what I'm pouring?
Tryna run to your love, but I think that door closes
I'm off all of them drugs, yeah, it's hard to stay holy
Rockstar living like John Lennon
Hoes get mad like bitter lemon
Popping my shit like yeah, yeah, .223s hit through your fitted
Whole lot of money, whole lot of women (Yeah)
Look at my stocks, yeah, all my digits (Yeah)
We blowin' them bands, you penny-pinching (Yeah)
Shawty, she foreign, speak hieroglyphic (Yeah)
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
This shit is all that I do, I get it out
Pushin' the whip and I'm smokin' on za
I'm with the crew, just tryna have a good time (Yeah)
I'm finna party tonight
Shawty want them big
She in love with all the molly, think I'm in love with sin
In wedlock with all my drugs
She wanna fuck with a star (Star)
Yeah, can't believe I made this far (This far)
Now we pullin' up in foreign car
Split your tablet, see the star
She want me all to herself, I'm her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey)
And she totin' on my hammer, my sledge, and my purse
Lately, I've been feeling lost, please tell me my purpose
Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose
If she let me hit her friend, unlimited purses
That lil' ho hate all my friends, just send her to church then
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
Writer(s): Imran Abbas, Thomas Kessler, Tyreek Solomon Pellerin
