"Aye" lyrics
(Indigo)
(Okay Embasin, whatever)
Big bag, Off White, Pyrex in the box
Red bottom, black shoes, going down in the mud
Shoutout red, he piru, shoutout blue, he a who
Pour me up to another planet, juice straight from Jupiter
Stretch limousine then we move into that Hummer
H2O diamonds flooded, call the plumber
Stop, lock, cock, choppa aim, it shoot like thunder
Pull it, twist it, spin it, aye these thotties play like Bop-It
And it feels alot like late December
And it feels alot like late December
And it feels alot like late December
And it feels alot like late December
Niggas play, I ain't being fake just to boost
Stupid bitch, what you think, if you don't play we just gon boot
If you creep then you better crank forreal, don't play that game
If you plank you gon walk that shit to a pirate ship
So many bullets, this shit automatic, you better not even blink
Two for flinching, you get two shots in your ass for being a bitch
Redefine tool, Smith and Wesson from a blacksmith
Strong tool, don't bullshit shit
No bullshit shit, no bullshit shit
We ain't bullshitting shit, bullshitting shit
We ain't bullshitting shit, bullshitting shit
We ain't bullshitting shit
Pull up in the A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A
Always keep a K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K
Land of the free, home of the brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave
Look at my bag, I pick up my weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Big bag, Off White, Pyrex in the box
Red bottom, black shoes, going down in the mud
Shoutout red, he piru, shoutout blue, he a who
Pour me up to another planet, juice straight from Jupiter
Stretch limousine then we move into that Hummer
H2O diamonds flooded, call the plumber
Stop, lock, cock, choppa aim, it shoot like thunder
Pull it, twist it, spin it, aye these thotties play like Bop-It
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Weight, weight, bitch I got my weight up
Weight up, weight up
Bitch I got my weight up
TTB, 34
(Okay Embasin, whatever)
Big bag, Off White, Pyrex in the box
Red bottom, black shoes, going down in the mud
Shoutout red, he piru, shoutout blue, he a who
Pour me up to another planet, juice straight from Jupiter
Stretch limousine then we move into that Hummer
H2O diamonds flooded, call the plumber
Stop, lock, cock, choppa aim, it shoot like thunder
Pull it, twist it, spin it, aye these thotties play like Bop-It
And it feels alot like late December
And it feels alot like late December
And it feels alot like late December
And it feels alot like late December
Niggas play, I ain't being fake just to boost
Stupid bitch, what you think, if you don't play we just gon boot
If you creep then you better crank forreal, don't play that game
If you plank you gon walk that shit to a pirate ship
So many bullets, this shit automatic, you better not even blink
Two for flinching, you get two shots in your ass for being a bitch
Redefine tool, Smith and Wesson from a blacksmith
Strong tool, don't bullshit shit
No bullshit shit, no bullshit shit
We ain't bullshitting shit, bullshitting shit
We ain't bullshitting shit, bullshitting shit
We ain't bullshitting shit
Pull up in the A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A
Always keep a K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K
Land of the free, home of the brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave, brave
Look at my bag, I pick up my weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Big bag, Off White, Pyrex in the box
Red bottom, black shoes, going down in the mud
Shoutout red, he piru, shoutout blue, he a who
Pour me up to another planet, juice straight from Jupiter
Stretch limousine then we move into that Hummer
H2O diamonds flooded, call the plumber
Stop, lock, cock, choppa aim, it shoot like thunder
Pull it, twist it, spin it, aye these thotties play like Bop-It
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Weight, weight, bitch I got my weight up
Weight up, weight up
Bitch I got my weight up
TTB, 34
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Sean Liang
