Lil Baby - Heyy Lyrics


My favorite bitch just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason

It's probably one of her lil messy hatin' ass friends being evil

Ain't stressin' bout it, she will come around when she wanna eat it up

Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I'm a real pleaser

60 hoes in New York having dinner

Bottega send it to me as soon as they get it

I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter

Make sure everybody sit comfortable

You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'

She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us

They know we can't be fucked with, none one of us

It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not falling

Brabus baby blue, the inside too, I'm feeling like a kid again

They thought I got lucky last time, fuck it, I'm back on that shit again

Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly, got it chocolate to match her skin

I just gave bruh 100 pounds of Wham, told him tell the city it's in

Majority of the time, I "hi" and "bye" these niggas, I ain't with all that locking in shit

Money over everything, try to stop it, you get popped right then and there

Message thread full of "where you at's", and "pull up on me's", bunch of "whens and where's"

Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance, all they care about is who they kill

I was tryna keep that shit in order, it got harder cuz I'm never there

It's a better life out here, I promise, brodie, Imma keep it in they ear

I know how it feel to spin a opp, but it feel way better to count a million

I come from the bottom of the bottom, I shot right up through the fucking ceiling


Heyyyy

Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts

Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyyy

This her first time coming to my house

Heyyyy

Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts


Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyyyy

This her first time coming to my house

Heyyyy

Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts


Stay down, hustle hard until you come up

Take sum only when you need it

You won't make it far being greedy

My grandma taught me how to be a leader

If we fly commercial, we got greeters

They just know that we important people

They see how we coming, think we ghetto

Until they children tell 'em I'm the hero

Flight attendant say I look familiar

Crack a smile, tell her "It's a small world"

Oh, that's yo bitch, that's my hoe too

We gone share her, call her "our girl"

Real street music, I ran that field

If you can hit that then she ain't my girl

Get yo lick back, vome step in my world

2 bitches on the same itinerary

The same flight, same hotel, they don't even know each other yet

One of em don't say nun, the other askin' do we go together yet

Young turnt nigga, ain't no holding back

This a Brabus, bro, not a regular wagon

I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that

I don't think I met a nigga colder yet, like


Heyyyy

Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts

Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyyy

This her first time coming to my house

Heyyyy

Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts


Heyyy

Everybody lit, can't put our fire out

Heyyyy

Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out

Heyyyy

This her first time coming to my house

Heyyyy

Better go hard, girl, this yo tryouts