Hey Now

Lyrics

[Intro] (DJ Swift on the track) (Dubba-AA flexin') (Louie Bandz made anotha' one) [Chorus] Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin' And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' " Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin' Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly [Verse 1] All of these diamonds, this ain't nothin' Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded Bullet proof car, nigga ride so ruggish Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it My shirt I got on made by Givenchy The bitch say "Die," filled up with money I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred And I got these diamonds dancin ' and they high edition and they fully loaded Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded Bases loaded, thirties filled up and all my niggas tote it The hoes we wit' turnt up, bitch, we be them, but when you see you know it [Chorus] Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin' And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' " Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin' Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly [Verse 2] Drank got me high and money got me up, purple got me loaded I told that bitch, "Get off yo ass, go get some Backwoods out the store" That nigga know, he play it's goin' down Six feet, it's lowest you go Fuck who you wit', that cutter spray around, we kill you wit' your bro I made lil' shorty touch her toes And then got 'em painted just from the way she use her throat That's that slime shit Fake ass gangsta need to decide who they dyin' wit' And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit' Let's go, 4K Trey, Kentrell, be careful, that's that triple nine D-Dawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron I punch a nigga in his shit and then I pay that fine I'm thinkin' of twelve shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind [Chorus] Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin' And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' " Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin' Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly