Hey ft. Exobaby Lyrics

City of the snow, it gets cold

Better watch your back with a pole

Cause these niggas so fake, you don't know, cause these niggas so broke, you don't know

Sliding through the Fax, we made your block hot

You niggas talking real crazy, you is not hot swerving through the city, got you niggas playing hopscotch

Stay ahead of the game, the way she give me top

Hey, hey, hey got these bitches wetting out

I ain't talking bout a drought Lil' baby make me proud

Hey, hey, hey the way she it ride it it's a route

I ain't talking bout a drought Lil' baby make me proud

Hey, hey, hey got these niggas bugging out

I'll do it cause I can, I don't do it for no clout

And these bitches think they bad, but I think they really not

Never paid for no pussy, if you paying you a clown

I'ma put her in a blender, got her brain maxing out

The type to take a nigga bitch, just to hit before I'm out

And I ain't playing stupid games, you play around, you find out

Sex appeal on 100, slam three hoes and slut one out

Been up in the city for a minute, that's a fact

Catalog for catalog, you niggas ain't a match

But I'm fluid with my flows, can't nobody copy that

You niggas acting like y'all pop it, you better check the stats

I got the shit that the spot, bump his head like off the crack

I don't fall for pussy, so half you niggas could never be a threat

And I be stuck in the city, it be cold, ain't no sweat

Alot of fuck niggas, bitch niggas wanna see me dead

Energy like the sun, that's how I get my day set

I get tropical in your body melting snow that's left

I can't even do charades, I can't be your mascot

I know one nigga, two niggas, I can kill them or may not

I can pay your mom a visit, I can walk you off the lot

And when you be kicking with us, you get attracted to that Guap

You know I smoke, I ain't alcohol, and we go shot for shot

I'ma fuck that nigga, mother, if he ever come and talk

Hit her up like, hey, hey

I ain't beefing with your son, he ain't want it with me, that is why he keep that gun

Glizzy on my hip, then I go and take it out for fun

If a nigga wanna talk, he need a Glizzy for his bun

I go harder than cement, if I touch you, you get stung

We in the city of the cold, it get snowy and snowy

I ain't touch your ass in person, so I ain't get you hurt

I'ma handle beef online like I'm Drake and Lil Durk

Exo (Yuh, yuh)

YK (Yuh, yuh)