Hakeem

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] (Damjonboi) Yeah [Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] She just tryna fuck me 'cause I'm havin' money I hit my knees and I thank God because I'm havin' motion I done got cool with the plug, he'd probably front a hundred You just be rappin' 'bout the bag, ain't never moved nothin' I'm sippin' drank like my nose runnin', this an eight If I ain't had nothin', I'll have to take the food off your plate Tryin' the TRX, I'm in SRT, we finna race We left our main hoes at home and took the city girls on a date I like Tris', I love Wock', I don't really fuck with Quagen I'm always outside with a bitch, I don't even got no lady Nigga ever told you he did somеthin' to me? They probably laced him I likе blowin' 'Woods back to back, Tron be facin' Long nights, early mornings, I'm in the bank grabbin' some money I just need you to get to runnin' while I drive us to Kentucky I was high as hell, ended up fucking her once and now she love me You ain't never had no money, you'd probably make a ten if you lucky [Verse 2: BabyTron] In my sleep, in my way, all these dreams I'ma chase With some thieves, they'll take, long sleeve, this a Wraith Put some cheese on his brain, what's the fee? I'll pay Double team, I'ma fade, I'm Hakeem in the paint Pourin' three after three, when I pee, see an eight Why he askin' all these questions? Shit, I think he CIA Everybody got they time, I know I'ma see my day Walk him down, pull my mask up, I let him see my face Shit, I'm with The GlockBoy, pass a Faygo, I'm the Wock' boy Flashbacks of cash money, ridin' with the hot boys Caught him out in traffic, make his whip rock like Jonboi Dog Shit Militia, thirty foreigns, it's a convoy You worried 'bout the front and back, go check the side door These ain't Mike Amiris, I done switched to Who Decides War Bean keep the metal, you would think he was cyborg Better stop the playin', don't do nothin' you could die for [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I can see it now, me and Ferrari, Tron in a Lamb' We used to break in cribs, now I be takin' pictures with the fans I wanna change my numbers, but my niggas locked up in the feds My head hurtin', shit, I wish they freed the robber and Lil Red Woke up mad, I went shopping and bought some Louis, made me feel better Just got off the phone with Thick, they gave my boy a letter Fifty shots, it come out easy, and the AR got a shell catcher If he was really havin' some money, I'd let the gang text him Dribble up the block, it's like I run the whole hood now Every man for they self, we in the streets, this shit do or die That bullshit-ass weed you be smokin', ain't no way you high You can just pass the ball to me when it be game time [Verse 4: BabyTron] Tryna score a bucket, turn his block into a blacktop I can spin my wrist and turn the yola to a crack rock I can use my luck and spin the wheel and win the jackpot Reachin' in this duff', you fuck around and get your hands shot Fresh off of tour, right back to the booth I just got them in the dubs, shit, it's back to the blues I'm the shooter and the driver, yeah, the 'Cat, it's on cruise We done won every game, check the stats, you gon' lose Do my lone wolf, and then it's to the pack with the food Off a yerky and a shroom, finna blast to the moon BabyTron, you might catch me at the trap with some goons Get your auntie out the trap, she stealin'— off the spoon [Outro: BabyTron] SBDSM, two L's, then a dollar sign