Hayes Babies

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Toohda Band$ & Way Weezy - Rap

Hayes Babies

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[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Funk or Die) [Verse 1: Way Weezy] I been focused on a bag, I'm stackin' hundreds up You niggas talkin' on the 'Gram, but won't get up with us If you think I ain't cut, then come and test your luck Every time we poppin' out, you niggas duckin' slugs Everybody tell me rap, my heart ain't in the music I be tryna pop a nigga if he jump stupid But I'ma leave that in the streets That nigga talkin' mighty tough, but he don't really want no beef That nigga caught a murder case and only did about two weeks Every time you in a jam, you freezin' up with that gleek Shh, but I ain't gon' take it there Gotta watch these snakes, they kinda close and they not playin' fair Bitch, I'm from the deuce, blood diamond, pinky in the air Every time they drop an addy, niggas not there All my life, all I seen was them drug dealers Hardbody niggas servin' junkies, blowin' guns, nigga [Verse 2: Toohda Band$] Nigga, I just poured a four up (I'm leanin') What you burnin' in that 'Wood? What you roll up? (What the fuck?) I don't even want the pussy, pick your clothes up Real Sem nigga, but my niggas throwin' fours up (I'm with the guys) You can't be up on my street if you froze up Cuz in the Benz supercharged doin' donuts (Skrrt) I'm a boss nigga, you the type that wanna hold nuts Caught a nigga lackin', popped the door, he yellin', "Hold up" (Nigga, what?) What the fuck we waitin' for Fully automatic spin around and nail him to the floor My nigga shovelin' the ground, I said it's on the floor These niggas still sellin' grams, these niggas really broke Swear to God I blew like forty thousand just on Wocky, though (I love it) I love Tris 'cause it's thick, I want some Morton Grove For a hundred thousand, grab the rifle, I'll whack the Pope (That nigga outta here) You need to clean your dirty ass, you bitches need some soap (Stupid) You can't see it on my hip, I got it in my coat You wanna hit a nigga head, just aim it at his throat Nigga, we ain't have shit, didn't even have no hope Now I'm ballin' on these niggas, I'ma brag and boast Caught a nigga lackin' on a shh, made crash his load (Skrrt) Sent a freak bitch to his addy, that's a pick and roll Niggas talkin' like they sick, it's time to wipe his nose Nigga, you ain't never whack nothin', how long you had that pole? (Dumb-ass nigga) [Outro: Toohda Band$] Real Seminary shit, nigga, Hayes babies, nigga You know what's goin' on Fuck suckers (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

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  • Toohda Band$
  • Way Weezy