HIYA

By La.socket

Released on January 21, 2019

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[Verse 1: La Socket]

I just pulled up in a fast car

We move around like its NASCAR

Pay how you want I take cash, card

Stack in the back of this motherfucking blaspher

Local niggas, we broke, so I send a pack far

Gettin extorted, why you selling gas for?

I can't even remember what nigga is ask for

Fuck a deal, we ain't serving them shit

I'm tryna go kick in the back door

Move on a nigga with a stick

Police slide ain't saying shit

In the trap [?]

Took it like a bitch (took it like a bitch)

Pop out Lil Asian, like what the occasion

I'm tryna go home to invasion

Why do these niggas be fakin

Pop it and stick it and put him in box like a raisin

I'm not much of a fighter

But I move around in that fire

And no I'm not talking about lighter

Run to your block, with a hunid round top

And that motherfucker sings like a choir

Packaging up in a store, and we selling em up like [?]

Call me a buyer

Bridge touch down in his water

Brick-like karate like HIYA HIYA


[Verse 2: Asian Doll]

Hoes wanna sneak diss

Beat it when I see a bitch

Flooded on my wrist

Why your pussy gon seasick

Bitch tuna pull up like its Li-Ming Quick

Baby gas me hoes they don't know shit

Thinkin you bad

Choppa gon blast

Pop out like checks

Pop out like tags

Chasin these bitches they throwing the flag

Young bitch savage, raw

Aye, aye

Talk my shit

Thought you was a dog tried to walk that bitch

I don't need a cross to take off your shit

Same hoe diss used to wear my shit, aye

Pop out

Rock Out

Wished when I dropped out

My homies be murdered and trap by the trap house

Fornigee, Keke, Ladray and Labooth

Free all my soldiers that ops on a lose

Say you gone snipe me, bitch

Do what you do

See you in the streets

Had your channel on mute

Boo that bitch back

Camel, aye

Bitches that want no static, aye

Pussy ass nigga on some hoe shit

Treat him like a fan

When he approaches me I don't know shit

I could walk around in a field in a coat bitch

Now push up in a cart, where my swag drip

I don't gotta talk, I be looking like a bad bitch

Hoe keep lame, ya'll be hating on some sad shit

Baby daddy he a average

Any bitch would be rich is savage (gang)