McDonald's Sprite ft. Him Suave & Hollywoodyes Lyrics

(Himmie Suave)

(Himmie Suave)

(Okay)

Just came from the theater

(Huh)

Hanging with trappers and rappers

Hanging with content creators

(Content creators)

And I know my jump shot well

I don't need no meter

(Green)

Touchdown

Real bad girl

They like how did I meet her

(How)

If you not denz or yes

I need ten for a feature

(Ten)

They say I am the best

And I don't got a teaser

(Huh)

She put her hand in my vest

Said she want the nina

(Nina)

Hand in my vest

Said she want the nina

(Hey)

Truth hit hard in my chest

Like mcdonalds sprite

Get some paper

Focus on your mental

You gon be aight

You can hand me a joint with no grabba

If you wanna fight

How am I right handed

But it feel like I am never right

Yeah

Like I'm never right

Niggas keep on switching sides

(Switching sides)

Told yes roll the blunt

I'm tryna touch the fuckin sky

(Touch the fuckin sky)

I don't waste my time with niggas

Mostly hi and byes

(Hi and byes)

She tryna pull up on my zipper

Bae this not the time

(Okay okay)

Yeah

I gotta get what's mine

Like fuck you

Gimme dat

I took yo shit it's mine

(Bow)

Damn

New bitch caught me texting my ex

Nike track suit

That's a brand new tech

Flip shit

Now I'm hitting shit with my deck

Bad lil bitch

She gon throw that neck

I'm gettin the bag

I don't care what's next

Brand new fit

I spend with a check

Uh

All yall bitches want sex

Game shit

And I feel like I'm steph

Uh

Young nigga feel like a chef

Feeling right but shit go left

Ima make it to the top

You know I'm the man

Uh

Chasing the bag I ran

Uh

Yo bitch she a fan

Im sippin that drank

And I feel like I'm cam

I'm doing this shit

Cause you know I can

I'm doing this shit

Cause I know I'm the one

Yeah

All of you niggas is bums

I gotta stop smoking

I'm hurting my lungs

Can't even go for a run

(Damn damn)

I don't give a fuck

Pass me the blunt

(Pass me the blunt)

Damn

This bitch wanna fuck so I gave her sum

(So I gave her sum)

Damn

Whatever it takes

Im makin my funds

(Makin my dollas)

Damn

When I get rich

Ima buy me a gun

(When I get rich)

Oh yeah

Im really just talking

The beat almost done

(The beat almost done)

Oh yeah

And niggas ain't takin my shit for nun

I'm killin every nigga

That get in my way

(Yeah)

Yeah yeah

You try to come near

(Okay)

Ima take you away

(Damn)

(Ight it's done)