rave – Heymylan Lyrics
Nigga said he really getting paid, nigga, you a bot
Bitch said she really love me, you just love this cock
Nigga tried to call me broke, brodie, where yo' fuckin' guap?
Nigga said he slidin' for his man, he a dead opp
Don't ask what I'm sippin' on, brodie, this that one pop
Beat a nigga ass with my hands, bitch, I feel like Rock
Taking drugs to my fuckin' face, bitch, I feel like God
Tell this bitch suck on my dick, baby, don't stop
Beefin' with a lot of fuck niggas, brodie, shoot that chop'
Niggas crying about that bop bitch, boy, she a bop
She a bop, but I keep her 'round to give me top
Me and cuz off that— shh, it make our— hold on (Ayy, ayy)
Me and cuz off that one shit, it make our heart stop
Nigga said he gettin' to the pape', brodie, wherе yo' guap? (Ayy, ayy)
Freak bitch want the dick, talm 'bout "Wherе yo' cock?"
Sleepin' on a bitch couch, nigga, where the fuck your job?
Just like a water bottle, nigga, I'ma take your top (Yeah)
With the white guys and we smoking pot
Fuckin' opp hoes so I get the fuckin' drop
Fuckin' on this crackhead bitch, so we smokin' rocks
I get guap, yeah, a lot
Nigga, fuck twelve, doing donuts in the lot
I can't stop beating dick 'cause I— Wait, hold on
I can't stop beating my meat 'cause I do that shit a lot
Beat my meat nine to five, like a motherfuckin' job
Lost my voice in my show, I damn near can't even talk my shit
Dude think the drank he sippin' fire, but his pint hit
Crisped up the mics in the mosh, shit, I dropped Ricky
Brodie got a arsenal of weapons, should we hit lick?
Bullets connect to his skin and left him twisting like a Ripstik, bitch
Hundred round drum only got sixty 'cause I shot forty
Dude always lying 'bout the cup, he never sipped nothing
Suspenders on your jeans, you knowing damn well your fit dorky
Brodie still mixing in the trap, keep the wrists workin'
rave, de Heymylan (álbum Consumption). Composição: Heymylan, 1i1an1, VampViolence, PINKBLXXD. Lançamento: 26 de março de 2026.
