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Berner

Ayy

 

Ayy

(album: Slimey Individualz - 2019)


[Berner:]
It's about four in the morning
Got a trunk full of bags, yeah
We just riding 'round dirty, tryna get the bag
You already know what time it is
YG, what up?
Big Bern, Mozzy, talk to 'em
Yeah

[Mozzy:]
Twenty pack in the trunk of the low
Kids trip tryna fuck with them hoes
On the corner, selling nothin but dope
Love life, we were struggling though
Sentimental, when it counted a fold
You ain't ever gave me nothing to hold
Freight trailer, finna fuck up the road
Quarter milli, you ain't done it before
Big Cuban link, hugging it though
Bernie nigga been a hunnid for sure
Every debit card a hunnid or more
Made a hunnid K in front of the stove
Count up the money and go
Another play for like thirty or sum'n
Chain worth like a birdie or sum'n
Cali nigga, where they murder for nothing
Yeah, they still on the turf with them youngins (Yeah)
We pull up swerving the bucket (Yeah)
If they get behind us and tuck it (Yeah)
If she 'bout some hoeing and running (Yeah)
That nigga hate for nothing
I came up from nothing, remember them days?
Hey kill all that rapping, I'm not with the fuckery
You can get hit with this K
Crack open that pack
This that shit you can only get from the Bay
Y-Car, twenty bricks in L.A..
How you paid but ain't been to L.A.?
Stitch living, I'ma keep it that way
I ain't phased with a yuke in my face
Yellow tapes should've seen how they did it
Forty shells, really eat up your face

[YG:]
Run up the play (Play)
But know we don't play (Play)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'" (Ayy)
Niggas know I'm on-call (On-call)
Give the homie a K (A K)
Told 'em make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)
Niggas love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey (Black and grey)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)
When you elevate
They gon' start to separate (Separate)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)

[Berner:]
They love me still
The money come and fuck a hunnid mill
I wanna build and playing with my chicken shit, I wanna kill
Fresh frozen work
We let the honey spill
And baby know the drill, she say she hate the way the rubber feel (I'm sorry, mama)
I'm underground
The sound of the crowd, it give me chills
And really real, I used to rob and steal before the vacuum seal
Twenty grand inside the candle, yeah export
I'm shaking K9, all through the airport (Sheesh)
Flood Atlanta, hit London with a Box
They hit my OT knock, I'm just glad he didn't talk
We move different
Mozzy with me, got the tool with 'em
Hot shells, blood spilling out your new denim
I'm 'posed to be low-key, with all these jewels dripping
(With all these jewels drippin')
My crib mainey, huh? We got a few screws missing (Yeah, we lost)
I'm on a mission, it keep pulling me back
Yeah, I'm married to the game
And fell in love with the trap

[YG & Logic:]
Run up the play (Play)
But know we don't play (Play)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'" (Ayy)
Niggas know I'm on-call (On-call)
Give the homie a K (A K)
Told 'em make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)
Niggas love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey (black and grey)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)
When you elevate
They gon' start to separate (Separate)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh" (Yeah, yeah)
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Yeah)

[Logic:]
Bobby Boy chilling, whipping that exotic
I got her sipping on that tonic, we smoking that chronic
They know I'm iconic, it's kind of ironic
I'm running this, gunning this
We having fun in this bitch
Living my life, motherfuck that I'm rich
Now they know the name, but just Logic
I keep it G, 'cause I'm a good person
Giving my everything, up in these verses
Smoking that Goldilocks, when it disperses
Stoney Bob feeling it, Berner be killing it
We feeling crazy, we feeling brazy, we feeling breezy
Run up in it, get up in it and make it look easy
I'm gonna drop a shoe bigger than the Yeezy
'Cause I, feeling my own shoes
Ain't nothing that I won't do

[YG & Berner:]
(Italian leather)
Run up the play (Play)
But know we don't play (Play)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'" (Ayy)
Niggas know I'm on-call (On-call)
Give the homie a K (A K)
Told 'em make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)
Niggas love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey (Black and grey)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy" (Ayy)
When you elevate
They gon' start to separate (Separate)
Make 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"

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