French Montana - Hey My Guy lyrics
[French Montana - Hey My Guy lyrics]
One time for the Coke Wave
Can I get a "HANNN"
I pull up on the corner
Stuntin' like "hey my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
I pull up on the corner
Stuntin' like "hey my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
See, I'm bout to start trial
For this murder shit
Satan want my soul but I'm riding, nigga
Suck a dick layin' just to pluck a chick
Playin' I'm gon' fuck his bitch
She don't know my guy
See some niggas in the trenches that
Was schemin' on my ride
Bitches creamin' on my ride
Fiendin' for my high
Got the po-po, got that one hand up
They leaning on my guy
Fuckin' bitches make me sick
But I just give them the finger
And keep rollin' with my guy
Keep strollin' with my guy
Got mommy in the Caddy and
She blowin' on my guy
This shit ain't for no wager
This bitch owe me a favor
This nig owe me some paper
They raided all my pot
Damn that paddy wagon
They takin' all my guys
They be raidin' on my tribe
Knowing how much we felon
Pop a shot up at ya
Melon, bitch, chop that powder, sellin' it
Copped it for the Hell of it
Made her play my guy
Said she fuck with Justin Timberlake, bitch
Go get my dinner plate
I pull up on the corner
Stuntin like "hey my guy"
Bumpin' Don Biggavel, damn I miss my guy
Shorty curve
Said she ain't tryna fuck tonight
So I made a U turn on the first right
Man, I gotta be cold, fast money and hoes
United we stand, divided we fall
Miley Cyrus nigga, don't blow my high
I think I see a nasty bitch
Tryna fuck up my life
I'm with the shooters and the
Slurpers with my homie
Run trains, never save them
Pictures on my phone, and
Macaroni with the cheese - "hey my guy"
I'm on two, dick on freeze - "hey my guy"
Can I get a "HANNN"
I pull up on the corner
Stuntin' like "hey my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
I pull up on the corner
Stuntin' like "hey my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
See, I'm bout to start trial
For this murder shit
Satan want my soul but I'm riding, nigga
Suck a dick layin' just to pluck a chick
Playin' I'm gon' fuck his bitch
She don't know my guy
See some niggas in the trenches that
Was schemin' on my ride
Bitches creamin' on my ride
Fiendin' for my high
Got the po-po, got that one hand up
They leaning on my guy
Fuckin' bitches make me sick
But I just give them the finger
And keep rollin' with my guy
Keep strollin' with my guy
Got mommy in the Caddy and
She blowin' on my guy
This shit ain't for no wager
This bitch owe me a favor
This nig owe me some paper
They raided all my pot
Damn that paddy wagon
They takin' all my guys
They be raidin' on my tribe
Knowing how much we felon
Pop a shot up at ya
Melon, bitch, chop that powder, sellin' it
Copped it for the Hell of it
Made her play my guy
Said she fuck with Justin Timberlake, bitch
Go get my dinner plate
I pull up on the corner
Stuntin like "hey my guy"
Bumpin' Don Biggavel, damn I miss my guy
Shorty curve
Said she ain't tryna fuck tonight
So I made a U turn on the first right
Man, I gotta be cold, fast money and hoes
United we stand, divided we fall
Miley Cyrus nigga, don't blow my high
I think I see a nasty bitch
Tryna fuck up my life
I'm with the shooters and the
Slurpers with my homie
Run trains, never save them
Pictures on my phone, and
Macaroni with the cheese - "hey my guy"
I'm on two, dick on freeze - "hey my guy"