HELLO! ft. NBTalented Lyrics

Hello bitch, how are you doing?

You know I just got out of bed

I got a date with that Mary Jane

She got that shit that go straight to my head

I just popped like the whole bag of percies

That's shit make me feel like I'm dead

Codeine water

You know I'm serving that shit got me like Walking Dead

You know these niggas is sped

I cannot walk out the house without my tech, mhmm

VVS all on my neck

I smoke on that skunk, I can't feel on my chest, mhmm

These niggas going to hard, they tryna flex, they tryna impress, for who?

Water all up on my sweats, FUBU

Water all up on my neck, achoo

Red bottoms stepping, we stomping

Shawty she straight out of Compton

I ain't no thug, I don't handle bloods

But she finna call that shit Bompton

Water on my right hand

That shit look just like a fountain

Water on my left hand

Now I just look like I'm drowning

Listen

I ain't for the talking, I ain't for the gossip

Whenever I walk in, everyone I watching

And I don't politic, cause I get toxic

Won't talk to snakes, I won't their proxy

Talking that shit but they don't have the moxie

I know that I'm cocky but this ain't a hobby

I feel like Rock Lee sipping on Sake

Bitch I'm immaculate, water on me like a sacrament

White but I'm spicy, enticing and talented

Jack of all trades

Fuck a label cause industry's fishy like salmon and halibut

Going stupid, I don't spazz on accident

Sipping soju, I don't sip no activist

Avatar Roku, I been in element

Cause with this fire I'll become a legend and

Hop in the ghost, séance

Swallow the roach, Raekwon

Landing more hits than A-Rod

When I blow up, it'll be chaos

Cause I'm stuck in my ways and my grind

Stuck in a daze but it's fine

Lemme give you a piece of my mind

Ever stay for days straight enthralled by a vision

Tryna iron out doubts like a wrinkles in linen

Practice makes permanent, I'm permanently practicing

Knowing I ain't perfect in the verses that I'm spitting

But it's worth it just to voice all of these thought that I'm thinking

Or ideas I ruminate when I fumigate that spliff

I assume to take that shit never boxed up like amazon

When I burn herbs, no tarragon

Imma blow up like Alderaan

Imma, goddamn vagabond

Til the bag gone, I'mma, I'mma

I'mma milk every check that I can

I been vexed in my pen

Freelance in my career, sedentary with my sentiment

I'm stubborn as hell but I'm a visionary

I'm been fixed in my quest signing air with my chest

Spontaneously spitting similes

Sheets on sounds, no boundaries or symmetry

John Coltrane with no fame

Honestly I feel cheated like Hillary

Like Bill Clinton I'mma go down in infamy

Cause I'm sweet til I sting like a killer bee

Sometimes I think maybe I'm doing too much

But fuck it, that's how you make history