Hey Hey Hey

Lyrics

[Hook: PE$O PETE] Hey, hey, hey, hey Run up, I come on his block like, "hey" Got the shade like Sabo, this shit ain't Ace That's 2 'S', double 'S', bitch, my rank Think you next, you ain't even step to the plate He play me a track, he like, "PE$O, man, what do you think?" Homie, don't ever play that shit again I punch in the booth, I'm like Lee with his gates Big Backwood, Zabuza-Size, like dang I got that drip like I'm Land of the Waves [Verse 1: PE$O PETE] I'm throwing hands and I'm landing 'em, aye Mind on the money, I'm moving forward Boy, I'm always 'bout motion I feel like Aang Real life monster, got werewolf fangs Got a UK plug, got pack like peng Gear 5, laugh to the bank, like dang So when I pull the sig all you hear is a bang Boy, this ain't no comic strip, shit ain't a game Boy, you know I'm unstoppable, channel my flame Your money, your swag, your drip Your bitches never existed, Mother Flame I love rapping 'bout One Piece I'll do it again Man, the sig leave his head wrapped up like king Got a problem, I tote me the chopper Want smoke and we Rasta We wrapping 'em up like J's [Verse 2: Ham Sandwich] I told your bitch to c'mere like iayze Get hammered and hit it, I feel like Jayce Soon as I bust, I tell her I need space Ten toes down, stuck in my ways Indiana Jones, I been ducking the snakes Niggas Tiffany, tryna fuck with the Jakes Big business when we up in the base Drip designer, why you niggas so basic? Talking shit you'd never say to my face Ain't popping shit, your opportunities wasted Never me, I've been ahead of the race Tried throwing shells, you ain't keeping the pace Never hitting the brakes in my heyday Ai Hayasaka, your bitch on my line with the- [Hook: PE$O PETE, Ham Sandwich] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Run up, I come on his block like, "hey" Got the shade like Sabo, this shit ain't Ace That's 2 'S', double 'S', bitch, my rank Think you next, you ain't even step to the plate He play me a track, he like, "PE$O, man, what do you think?" Homie, don't ever play that shit again I punch in the booth, I'm like Lee with his gates Big Backwood, Zabuza-Size, like dang I got that drip like I'm Land of the Waves [Verse 3: Ham Sandwich] I need a hundred thousand in the safe She want me to save her, I don't wear a cape He said that he cooking, I don't want a taste He want me to feed him, I ain't sharing plates But if he the homie, I could pass him a meal You niggas trash, I'm just keeping it real She gon' let me hit it, just to see how it feel New banana clip, let me see how it peel Nice! He a mole, if I see him, I whack him Niggas seeing the green that I'm stacking Said he was popping, I easily pass him Thought he trapped me, I evenly match him Leaving 'em face down, easy subtraction Drop a hit and the scene is collapsing These niggas hop on the feed of a bad bitch I get her on her knees on a mattress You can find a nigga deep in the labyrinth Speaking with dragons, weaving and casting Scheming and trapping, she wanna sleep with a savage Packing paper only he could imagine Stress ball, how I'm squeezing and slapping Stressing weekends, I ain't even relaxing Fucking hoes, tell her sleeve it and jack it I put my hand in like the sleeve of a jacket Wait, hey Stacking the cream that I bask in, Robbins Opps in the area, blast 'em, drop 'em All of that shit y'all gassing, awful All of this gas I'm passing, awesome Single rotation, he outta commission If he in my spot, then he outta position His option submission, he outta decisions I- [Outro: Ham Sandwich] Ok, ok, ok Hey! Loopshyt, nigga