JID, Hollywood JB, L.E. (Rap) - Heather lyrics

As I looked at my watch and
Try to gather my thoughts
That was locked in a box, outside
The reflect of the clock
That was on my wall, aw dog
You been thinkin' a lot
Drinkin’ a lot of the lean
And smokin' the pot
Heather swallowed my dick and called
It her black cock
And said that she'll be back so
Don’t tax for the crack rock
And I'm like, "You could bet not
" better get you some snapshots
In your mind of some type 'cause I'm
A stand up type of guy
You'll be surprised what these bitches'll do
Keep my blunts rolled, pronto
Even give me they soul
If you don't know then I
Know what you didn't befo’
Are you convinced that I’m the prince
That told that y'ain’t know?
Sorry, didn't mean to fool ya
But yeah I'm the manure
Can I get a Hallelujah? Baby it's Michael Jr
Sorry, didn’t mean to fool ya
But baby I'm the manure
Can I get a Hallelujah? 'Cause
Bitch it's Michael Jr

One dollar dang one dollar dang dang
I wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane one dollar dang
One dollar dang dang
I wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane one dollar dang
One dollar dang dang
I wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane one dollar dang
One dollar i wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane

Yeah, I seen your face real big on the poster
Walled you out, now it serves as a coaster
Live mixtape, download it to a folder
Play it, delete it
Shit was slowin' up my modem
Hope you quick enough to dodge
The shots niggas throwin'
Head, shoulders, arm, back, stomach, scrotum
Oh, but we ain't done yet
We bustin' 'til the sunset
Let's get a little deeper
We ain't even havin' fun yet
LE said I'm humble as fuck and I could stunt
Be loud, smellin' myself, shit
I'll leave it to my blunt
Once I'm done with this flow
I'll leave it to a dust let 'em fuck it up
Cocaine your nose with a uppercut
Fuck is up? Feelin' so anti-sober
In NY looking for leaf like a clover
The fronto pronto, see me girl
What you wan' do?
Do what your mind can't do, finna
Go on the run though, holla

One dollar dang one dollar dang dang
I wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane one dollar dang
One dollar dang dang
I wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane one dollar dang
One dollar dang dang
I wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane one dollar dang
One dollar i wrote this shit when I
Ain't have a dollar mane

Bang, bang, whoever thought you'd find
A iller group of niggas who was
Rollin' in the same gang
Been goin' balls to the walls
Now it's time to let my nuts hang
And I'm still hustling
Niggas still tryin' to jock the slang
And they bitch is lookin' for
A cock to swing on
Go up and down, get they stock exchange on
The ride get rough so hang on
And I just do me
And I'm so Lati' I could fuck
Around and get my sang on ah Ahem, like
U-N-I T-Y, and we all equal but if you
And I was ever tied
Then I prob'ly wasn't doin' somethin' right
Like when I piss and hiccup at the same time
And then I hit your chick up like
"What you doin' tonight?"
And then she send me pictures of that ass
So that ass in disguise
You know she doin' the prank on the vine
Where you plank on the wood
While the guy's in recline
I think it's called the ride to the sky
I ain't really sure
I just heard it was tight
Damn, what's with the evil eye?
I'm chill, no I'm not a evil guy
Not a fan of lettin' all that
Bullshit fly y'all jump on
I just like to lead
Want to follow? Then come on
Y'all chose the same path
I found another to run on
And when I get on top I got
A lot of niggas to stunt on