Hallelujah ft. Mel Savv Lyrics

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a track star

Young trap nigga but you know that I crack cards

They be jacking the L cause all they do is lack

Run into me I bet you I black

Got the drop on the bin I'm pulling up in Sakks

And I know I'm go up god got my back

This bitch is a treesh I hit it from the back

I'm not going to sleep I'm running up them racks

Give a fuck who you with for the feature I tax

Get the piece for the low but the price imma double

Bad ass kid I was always in trouble

I ain't ask for no help got this shit off the muscle

And I got the Ps now I'm pushing in weight

I'm steady moving got food on my plate

I'm in the telly I told her to slide

Put this dick in her belly and open real wide

Pass me the charger my phone bout to die

I been up real early since about 5

The trap did ten I'm having good vibes

Oh that's your bitch well she gave me mines

TD Chevy Oa imma open account

Take the money from that then I go the trap route

Don't ask me the price if you don't got the amount

Real dope boy got money in the couch

Had to get out bag and get up in my duffle

I been ducking the Ds and staying outta trouble

Only have her one night no I do not cuddle

And my circle stay small cause niggas is not subtle

And I hit em like Nike rock em with the tech

And they say that they hot really it's they breath

And I caught him down town he put pep in his step

And the bitch giving throat I ain't talking bout strep

Move out the way Mel Savv up next

Feeling like Nike cause I get a check

If you don't wanna cop can't respond to your text

You supposed to get money that's why I don't flex

Pockets on Eman my shits fat

Ride with two guns so you know that I'm strapped

Run up on me and I bet you I

Run up on me and I bet you I black

I was fucked I'm couldn't buy no eats

I had to sin just to Christian my sneaks

She be fucking for money that lil bitch a freak

They killed bro we was sliding all week

Opp blunt bustin this shit reek

He wanted smoke he got put on a tee

Better stop popping perkies ya niggas geeked

Put on my song now she wanna eat

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a track star

Young trap nigga but you know that I crack cards

They be jacking the L cause all they do is lack

Run into me I bet you I black

Got the drop on the bin I'm pulling up in Sakks

And I know I'm go up god got my back

This bitch is a treesh I hit it from the back

I'm not going to sleep I'm running up them racks

Give a fuck who you with for the feature I tax

Get the piece for the low but the price imma double

Bad ass kid I was always in trouble

I ain't ask for no help got this shit off the muscle

And I got the Ps now I'm pushing in weight

I'm steady moving got food on my plate

I'm in the telly I told her to slide

Put this dick in her belly and open real wide

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a track star

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