Aye Lyrics

I fucked his bitch he gotta attitude

That’s the reason he be mad at you

If he dissing me

I drop sixty three

Like Michael Jordan did when he had the flu

Where you at nigga

What’s yo lo lo

What’s yo longitude & yo latitude

We’ll pull up on you in a 4 door

And 4 niggas hop out chasing after you

Feel like Pop I’ll (Grrrr)

Niggas know that I don’t care

Fucking on a nigga bitch from the back

While I’m pulling on her hair

I fucked his bitch and it was good

I fucked his bitch because I could

I fucked his bitch cuz if he had the chance

And he could fuck my bitch then he would

Draco grip wood

2 2 3 shells popping out

Why every time we say we popping out

All the opps and them ain’t never popping out

Huh

Nigga

What the fuck is all the talk about

Fuck around and hit his block

100 niggas standing right in front his mama house

Aye, aye, aye, aye

She wanna fuck on Lil gang

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Huh

Ayeee

Aye, aye, aye, aye

She wanna fuck on a youngin’

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye we don’t play, play, play

Big A, A, K

Pull up where he stay

Spray, spray, spray, spray

Draco's & Tommy’s & all of that

What the fuck is y’all talking

It’s all of that

If it’s up then it’s up

We gone pull up I’m bussing that Draco

I bet it blow all us back

Gangster

I’m real

I’m really in fields

40s

Steels

Can get him

Killed

(Bow)

Drill

(Skrt)

Peel

They know it’s real

Gang, gang, gang

Kill

And lately this shit just been litty

Lil Brody need bras

In his draws he got titties

Bitch I’m the goat I’m not Billy

They know bout the kid

Bitch my name is Lil Jimmy

Just a Lil kid from the city

It’s crazy cuz now I’m the king of my city

You speak on my name I’ll come to yo door

That’s the bells that it ring in my city

Me & gang them posted

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Fuck around and get him toasted

Aye, aye, aye, aye

What the fuck is niggas talking bout

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Hit his block and make him walk it out

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye we them niggas

And they know it’s that

If they blow at us we’ll then we blowing back

I’ll send the kid

But he just did a bid

He’ll do it for me but ain’t going back

Tom Brady we be throwing bullets

You the wide receiver that we throwing at

Lil bro will spin that cornerback

And intercept some shit just like a cornerback

(Aye)

(Huh)

Lil nigga but I’m big homie

(Huh)

(Aye)

Drip on me got his bitch on me

(Huh)

(Yeah)

One call they’ll spin for me

I ain’t gotta act

Nigga I can lack

They’ll still think I got my stick on me

Yeah

It’s like that

They just stabbed bro leek and he right back

I’ll probably fight a nigga he won’t fight back

Locked in a jam bet a bitch won’t write back

Where the fuck all these new opps come from

You don’t really want smoke Lil dumb dumb

Lil bro will slide down wit a dumb drum

We the gang who the fuck you gone run from