Havin My Way Lyrics

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Why they be lying?

I get money & stay out the way

Mmm

Got no time to play

I turn up

I'm having my way

Mmm

I'm back in my bag

I'm having it stack

& I'm back on the road

Yeah

And this what we do

Do this for my brothers

You know how we move yeah

Yeah this how we do

Bro hit up your bitch

& he tell her come thru

And she in the mood

And she with her friend

So they know what it do

They know we gonna shoot

They know we don't play

We know where they stay

Might up at your face

Might up with the K

Smoke blunts to the face

I scream free my nigga

He just caught a case

Know we on to better days

I'm taking the higher route

Yeah I just been getting money

Ain't nothing to lie about

I'm back on my grind

I put on the ice

And I'm back on my shine

I'm taking what's mine

My foot on the gas

And they know I ain't lying

Turn up in the booth

Know Nick he the truth

I'm rapping them rhymes

He mixing them smooth

Turn up with the gang

It's fuck what you're saying

We don't know your name

And you not finna shoot

Love to turn it up

We be in our bag

We be having shit niggas dream to have

Left em in the dust now I see him sad

We could take your hoe

If your bitch is bad

No this shit crazy how all these niggas hate me

I'm getting faded

These niggas ain't relating

Can't do what I do

You can't be what I'm on

Shorty like the way

I be singing them songs

Got bitches mad

I be leading them on

Got bitches mad

I be leading them on

Why they be lying?

I get money & stay out the way

Mmm

Got no time to play

I turn up

I'm having my way

Mmm

I'm back in my bag

I'm having it stack

& I'm back on the road

Yeah

And this what we do

Do this for my brothers

You know how we move yeah

Back on the Road

I'm serving the pack

And I'm back with the loaf

I'm back with the bros

And I cut off them niggas who acting like hoes

Had to cut em off

Wasn't on shit

I know I got them mad

They be all sick

They be on my page

On my watchlist

They be tryna plot

But they not slick

And we gonna make it out

My youngin take you out

We on a paper route

You on a safer route

And I be in my moods

I'm stuck in my ways

I'm counting these bands up

And I ain't got no fucking time to waste

Turn me up some more

We gon' hit the dash

I be with the bro

Pushing in the scat

And if he say its smoke

Then where that nigga at

I heard he laying low

But we ain't playing that

Can't play no more

They know that we forreal

Gonna catch your ass

Gonna seal the deal

I'm back on the grind

And I ain't got the time

Yeah I'm out my mind

And this is how I feel

No this shit crazy

how all these niggas hate me

I'm getting faded

These niggas ain't relating

Can't do what I do

You can't be what I'm on

Shorty like the way

I be singing them songs

Got bitches mad

I be leading them on

Got bitches mad

I be leading them on

Why they be lying?

I get money & stay out the way

Mmm

Got no time to play

I turn up

I'm having my way

Mmm

I'm back in my bag

I'm having it stack

& I'm back on the road

Yeah

And this what we do

Do this for my brothers

You know how we move yeah

Yeah this how we do