Haymaker Lyrics

She give me the prowess when I jet

When I pull, pull and that

At my best when I speed like a bat

She give my power, my jet

They want it with love they cap

He want the truth, I want fact

Ain't leave cause of her debt

I'm pullin' breakin' our pact

Midi, midi, yeah

Put em' through the keys on a mini, yeah

Put em' through a pity, I'm pinning, yeah

Put em' there spinning, yeah yeah,

Push em' back with a 9mm, yeah

Push man's edge to the test, yeah

Put a man to hell and back, yeah

Put a man's fam and they packed, yeah

Tap, Tap, When a man's spottin'

Let a man catch and Let em' keep fallin'

Ask who misses and misses their voice

Let a man talk, let him finish his words

Got a present too heavy

Santa knows how to make niggas happy

That man too zesty, he calls himself savvy

Call my shit lit, call my shit trappy

Myself and I, not a fan of the pills If I take a perc, then I did it for thrills

A man of my word, best listen real close

I mean what I say, so do take my word

She give me it too, it too, it too

He give me one, bitch, I want two

Don't care if she not in the mood

I want her so I will not lo-

She give me the prowess when I jet

I ain't fuckin' no bitches, they bad

She good, but she ain't the best

The streets is her home, but in here she my guest

And in here she the best

So she fuckin' up my bed

No, better be hangin' outside in the vacant ass cold

Midi, midi, yeah, black tar, give me a crack

I'm cookin' with a meth head, but sleepin' with a lab rat

My food in my backpack

No hoes, I wanna backtrack

Fucking perc, heart attack

Fucking bitches no ass fat

I wanna go fast, but my brakes too slow

My eyes froze up when the air gets cold

I stop it all down when I meet my flow

I meet my God and I meet my low

Yeah, give me a reason to stop or continue my season

My spiffy my bread and my beefin'

Some bad, bad bone in my late show

A Haymaker, a man who knows