Hey Girl [Remix]

Lyrics

[Intro: The Jacka, Girl] Hey, girl, what's your name? Hey, girl, what's your name? Hey, boy, what's your name? [Verse 1: The Jacka] It's The Jack, yeah I'm a dope dealer On top of that, I'm a liar and a stealer You gotta remember I'm the nigga whom Real big like King Kong and Godzilla in the same room I'm on the run from the boys having fun But I know I'll fill a thang soon, yo Look what I go through I know you want me to stay all night But I gotta catch a flight to the next state Cop me a zip so I can concentrate While I travel tryna make my rhymes elevate And your trunk rattle at the same time Feeling high, feeling fly, mayne, at the same time I'm in KC pushin' kicks with my nigga Freeway Rich I smoked a zip, and one day I'm feeling crazy Always hella loaded so the hoes think I'm lazy But really I'm rich [Chorus: The Jacka, Kazi, Girl] Hey girl, what's your name? Flossin' in your 4-dot with your change Posin' in your half-top tough in braids Lookin' like you want dick, what's your game? Hey, boy, what's your name? Lookin' like a rapper but you probably push 'caine Stayin' in your drop-top poppin' game Playin' like you really that hard to tame [Verse 2: Husalah] Yeah, yo, it's the Husalah, Husalah Husalah And I scoop up chickens like none other Dippin' and gettin' riches on these other suckas While I bounce, skate, rock, roll with my head-busters On the dark side on my set where it's good at Throw it up, let me know where your hood at I got her cattin' off and geeks is stupid This block shit got the boppers straight groovin' Movin' up the block all the time 'cause they like How the trunk knock, hella shots at my 40 stop Now, hold on, baby, get a hold of yourself She seen them molly-whoppers choppers, started holding herself She lost control of herself, she was stupid ready But I'm good on a ho, I need stupid fetti [Interlude: Girl] Hey, boy, what's your name? [Verse 3: The Jacka] I look like a rapper but I probably push 'caine On that trunk shit baby, I'm just tryna stay sane Look at my pockets, I ain't hurtin' for nothin' You still out here searching for something We fly to the core, never been on no punk shit Dump clip, pump yay, mayne, where I stay The niggas too thug, but the bitches love us anyway Hustlers ain't fickle and dumb, we stackin' plenty pay Many nights up to the grind, but find time to say "Hey girl, what's your name? Yeah, what's happenin'?" Made a million in the dope game, baby, but we still rappin' You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) Yeah [Chorus: The Jacka, Kazi, Girl] Hey girl, what's your name? Flossin' in your 4-dot with your change Posin' in your half-top tough in braids Lookin' like you want dick, what's your game? Hey, boy, what's your name? Lookin' like a rapper but you probably push 'caine Stayin' in your drop-top poppin' game Playin' like you really that hard to tame