Babyface Ray, GMO Stax - Hallelujah lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, GMO Stax - Hallelujah lyrics]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream
"Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets
I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like
How I do it?
Fuck niggas wanna do with me?
I got my change, i rock designer
(For real) my young nigga caught a body
He still a minor, never mind him
It's a beamer, not a Honda, bitch
Look how we ridin' (Bitch, look how)
Back to back Tracks and 'Cats
It look like we slidin'
I look like colored money
Way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you
Fuck steppin', niggas stompin' on you
(Fuck 'em)
Bitches know I'm worth some tickets, see me
They be jumpin' on me (Come on)
Down his block sideways like
"Fuck him 'cause he stunted on me"
(Lame-ass nigga)
Fuck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee
They layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me
I won't let 'em take me from you (I got you)
Tried to listen to these niggas
They ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it
Paper got her friend fuckin' (yeah)
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream
"Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets
I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like
How I do it? (Woah)
Switches or the Dracs only thing we shootin'
(The only thing we shootin')
We been put the ball down
And said fuck hoopin' (Fuck hoopin')
Kill a nigga all on camera if it come to it
We don't need no money counter
We'll thumb through it
(We'll thumb through this shit)
Quick to pick the chopper up and say
"Fuck music" we ain't goin' back and forth
Let the hoes do it
(Let the hoes do that shit)
I ain't gotta slime no more
Let the bros do it
(I let the bros do that shit)
Only time these niggas slidin' when
They on Pro Tools bitch, who?
Everybody 'round me gettin' money
Make a bitch choose
Everybody 'round me masked up
They don't know who the shooter (Everybody)
I don't know about them other niggas
They know we gon' do it
With all them bang outs, thank God, nigga
Hallelujah (Thank God)
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream
"Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets
I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like
How I do it?
"Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream
"Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets
I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like
How I do it?
Fuck niggas wanna do with me?
I got my change, i rock designer
(For real) my young nigga caught a body
He still a minor, never mind him
It's a beamer, not a Honda, bitch
Look how we ridin' (Bitch, look how)
Back to back Tracks and 'Cats
It look like we slidin'
I look like colored money
Way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you
Fuck steppin', niggas stompin' on you
(Fuck 'em)
Bitches know I'm worth some tickets, see me
They be jumpin' on me (Come on)
Down his block sideways like
"Fuck him 'cause he stunted on me"
(Lame-ass nigga)
Fuck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee
They layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me
I won't let 'em take me from you (I got you)
Tried to listen to these niggas
They ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it
Paper got her friend fuckin' (yeah)
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream
"Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets
I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like
How I do it? (Woah)
Switches or the Dracs only thing we shootin'
(The only thing we shootin')
We been put the ball down
And said fuck hoopin' (Fuck hoopin')
Kill a nigga all on camera if it come to it
We don't need no money counter
We'll thumb through it
(We'll thumb through this shit)
Quick to pick the chopper up and say
"Fuck music" we ain't goin' back and forth
Let the hoes do it
(Let the hoes do that shit)
I ain't gotta slime no more
Let the bros do it
(I let the bros do that shit)
Only time these niggas slidin' when
They on Pro Tools bitch, who?
Everybody 'round me gettin' money
Make a bitch choose
Everybody 'round me masked up
They don't know who the shooter (Everybody)
I don't know about them other niggas
They know we gon' do it
With all them bang outs, thank God, nigga
Hallelujah (Thank God)
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream
"Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like
"Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets
I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like
How I do it?