Hey yeah!

(Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea)
(DJ OB1)

She came around she asked where the racks at
556 and it got kick back, I take your stuff
You can't get it back, When I got
Older imma be a rich man, I got
A big Glock on my hip
I got a 223 at your lip
Percocets make a body flip
Young co i did this off
The rip, If you think we beef then
You on your own, rocking Vlone, But i
Didn't come alone, better cop you a feat
You want me on your song
Boy you look up to me, boy you is a clone
We smoking x0 right
Out the zip lock bag, hating on
Me better gеt you a bag
All this money in my pants but I won't sag
Lets hit Neimans, and pop us a tag

(Hеy yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea)

I wasn't go do plug but I had to do it
She said that she like my music, back then
I was going through it
But im back now and im back
In to it, had to tell her
To put her back into it, Hit the bank
And im laughing to it and i got
A dream so ima pursue it
Clear soda put some act into it
(Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea
Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, Aye yea)