CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Havin My Way
Uh, uh
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Uh, uh, uh
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot, thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
That lil' n***a flex, Hercules (4X)
I'm walkin' straight in, ain't no searchin' me (F**k)
Put this d**k on her, she like, "You hurtin' me"
Glock with a d**k, send 'em up, no surgery (Come here)
He got hit with the whole magazine
Want beef with us, you need strategy (Huh)
I hit that nat, she attached to me
I'm with your ho blowin' dope off the balcony, uh
I spent your rent on a Moncler (Cash)
I made it back the next day (No cap)
I see through these n***as, x-ray (F**k)
She give me head, not headaches, uh (Nat nat)
Boy, you in the way, you dead weight (B*t*h)
I spend backends on AK's (Blaow)
ARP's and them Drac' things
I put a rap check on your whole gang (Get 'em out of there)
I really be where they can't hang (Huh?)
Treat an opp block like a gun range (Hah)
I treat a thot thot like she nothin' (Ooh)
I came from sh*t, I make racks off performing (On gang)
And I'm booked like I'm touring (Booked)
All month, backends keep coming (Cash)
Ho called, she say she horny
I'm on the road, I'll be there in the morning (Thot thot)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts (Uh)
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there, Uh)
He say it's up, it's stuck (Uh)
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Yeah)
Pull up in a tank like Master P (Yeah)
Yeah, n***as be after me (Yeah)
I got a .223 with me, yeah
That b*t*h gon' shoot with me (Yeah)
Y'all n***as dyin' in the streets tryna play with me
You know I love f**kin' beats (Yeah)
And I love f**kin' freaks
F**k your ho, yeah, to sleep, yeah
And she wanna get geeked
Let that ho sip the double cup, yeah, with me, yeah
And I'm, I'm a king
Paradise East, PDE, yeah (Yeah)
Y'all n***as can't f**k with me when it come to this beef (Uh-uh)
I'm pullin' up 'bout four deep
Everybody strapped up with me (Yeah)
We got them thirties and chopsticks (Yeah)
Yeah, n***a, we gon' mop sh*t (Yeah)
Shoot a motherf**kin' opp b*t*h (Yeah)
And middle finger to the cops, b*t*h (Oh yeah)
On the block I be givin' n***as hell
Hell yeah, I'm shell (I'm shell)
Thirty round, nah, nah for real
Y'all n***as know what it is
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Uh, uh, uh
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot, thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
That lil' n***a flex, Hercules (4X)
I'm walkin' straight in, ain't no searchin' me (F**k)
Put this d**k on her, she like, "You hurtin' me"
Glock with a d**k, send 'em up, no surgery (Come here)
He got hit with the whole magazine
Want beef with us, you need strategy (Huh)
I hit that nat, she attached to me
I'm with your ho blowin' dope off the balcony, uh
I spent your rent on a Moncler (Cash)
I made it back the next day (No cap)
I see through these n***as, x-ray (F**k)
She give me head, not headaches, uh (Nat nat)
Boy, you in the way, you dead weight (B*t*h)
I spend backends on AK's (Blaow)
ARP's and them Drac' things
I put a rap check on your whole gang (Get 'em out of there)
I really be where they can't hang (Huh?)
Treat an opp block like a gun range (Hah)
I treat a thot thot like she nothin' (Ooh)
I came from sh*t, I make racks off performing (On gang)
And I'm booked like I'm touring (Booked)
All month, backends keep coming (Cash)
Ho called, she say she horny
I'm on the road, I'll be there in the morning (Thot thot)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts (Uh)
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there, Uh)
He say it's up, it's stuck (Uh)
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Yeah)
Pull up in a tank like Master P (Yeah)
Yeah, n***as be after me (Yeah)
I got a .223 with me, yeah
That b*t*h gon' shoot with me (Yeah)
Y'all n***as dyin' in the streets tryna play with me
You know I love f**kin' beats (Yeah)
And I love f**kin' freaks
F**k your ho, yeah, to sleep, yeah
And she wanna get geeked
Let that ho sip the double cup, yeah, with me, yeah
And I'm, I'm a king
Paradise East, PDE, yeah (Yeah)
Y'all n***as can't f**k with me when it come to this beef (Uh-uh)
I'm pullin' up 'bout four deep
Everybody strapped up with me (Yeah)
We got them thirties and chopsticks (Yeah)
Yeah, n***a, we gon' mop sh*t (Yeah)
Shoot a motherf**kin' opp b*t*h (Yeah)
And middle finger to the cops, b*t*h (Oh yeah)
On the block I be givin' n***as hell
Hell yeah, I'm shell (I'm shell)
Thirty round, nah, nah for real
Y'all n***as know what it is
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this sh*t (Racks)
Is you tryna f**k or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (F**k)
These n***as act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
