AYE Lyrics

Sorry but this song is not for the hoes, I wanna go drop this shit for my bros

Blasting this shit when alone in the whip and you contemplate shit like we'll see how it goes

Passing the spliff off to no one and shit and ain't nobody hitting it, it is not known

Checking ya phone but ya know she ain't texting back, know that she read it back, she want a strobe

Light fill the void, it's insightful, the boys, are enticing her joy with the right deal of toys

She want attention, ain't nobody mention that, it brought the tension back, it might evoke

Pain in her voice when she lay with em toys, she ain't paying, she move like she modeled at Vogue

Tryna get rich like I'm Willem Dafoe but all these hoes are just green when they goblin

Stars International, we steady mobbin

Playing this shit for the boys and they moshing like

Aye

We don't need to take a break

We don't need to turn this shit down, hell nah boy, catch the fade

I'm just tryna get paid, off of all of this rapping shit boy, I think I got it made

I think I'm kinda late, but this shit better late than never boy, I ain't never wanna trade

My new life with my new light, it's a new fight, dodging shade

But shit is much easier when it is breezier, sun in your face and the girls looking bad, and the beat is so bouncy

I can feel demons inside me they pouncing, they getting loud, insecurities mounting

I tune it out when there's people around me

I tune it out when the demons start doubting

Cause I am the shit, I ain't never gone quit, when you talk about bars and the flows that I spit

Talking bout girls and my hoes be legit

Talking my hoes and they know not to spit

Talking bout gold and it come from my voice and them words that I pull from a bottomless pit

Talking bout legends and I am just one in the making, it is no faking, I am just waking up, sick of the fake shit, and I'm about to go bring home the bacon

Then it's like

Aye

We don't need to take a break

We don't need to turn this shit down, hell nah boy, catch the fade

I'm just tryna get paid, off of all of this rapping shit boy, I think I got it made

I think I'm kinda late, but this shit better late than never boy, I ain't never wanna trade

My new life with my new light, it's a new fight, dodging shade

But shit is much easier when it is breezier, sun in your face and the girls looking bad, and the beat is so bouncy

I can feel demons inside me they pouncing, they getting loud, insecurities mounting