HALLELUYUHHH Lyrics

Yeah, I need a bad bitch who wears a corset

Name another rapper who is more important

Haters think I'm straight trash, maybe more or less

Nigga that is straight cap, check your sources

But if I'm garbage, how I shop at the departments

With all the crazy garments

And you still making me your target?

Just admit it, I'm your favorite artist

I'm feeding off of all the hate, you bring the harvest

Talk shit on the internet, passive

But ain't the same in real life, you a catfish

Telling me that I'm broke, nigga that's rich

While I got my wallet bigger than a fat kid

And this idea really isn't far fetched

They hate on me being a rapper cuz they aren't yet

They tell me all this shit like I'm their fuckin therapist

Matter of fact, you should prolly get a therapist

Haters really want me all to themselves

While I got my music flying off the shelves

You been going 'round my waist like a belt

Louie V, but I just copped the Chanel

And I see you rocking with me and my motion (motion)

Haters think I'm hot garbage and I know it (know it)

Yeah I'm dogshit, that's why I got the crowds

One day I'll be rolling up at rolling loud

Fuck the world with the condom with the gold wrap

I'm the shit so let a motherfucker know that

Take out my dick, I'm letting all my haters hold that

Pussy so good that when she left, I took a Prozac

Pussy boy, why don't you say what you mean

How the fuck they let you stay in the scene

Better know that you can't play in my team

Better back up cuz we spray magazines (Bop, bop, bop)