Hackey OG – Lay Up

Hackey OG – Lay Up Lyrics

Artist: Hackey OG
Song: Lay Up

Ya know
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up

We popping us something to stay up
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up

I f#ck on my, f#ck on my, f#ck on my
I’m from where the kids hopscotch
Hundred feet away, a kid drawn in chalk
I’m from where you get no recognition

If you doing anything outside the block
City talking about who hot
But they don’t know who popping like Big and Pac
Raw with it, never cooked over

Really often I’m looked over
Dog owners know, kitchen counters
Had quick encounters with homies counting
On me to make it like down accounts

Tough sh#t, b#tch, Ronda Rousey
I’m still broke but I rap good
My tree lit and that sap should
Just bubble up on that Backwood

Double up if it’s that good
I spent all my monеy on weed (spent all my money)
Spent all my monеy on wax (I spent all my money)
I spent all my money on girls

But all of my girls had a hell of an #ss
I done burnt through all of my savings
Ran through all of these favors
Broken down like an Acer

I’ve been on the streets like pavers
I’ve been skimming on flip phones
Razors, Nextels, Motorola’s, old pagers
Pre-weighed baggies up in them ceiling tiles

To trap right out my mom’s bas#ment (yeah)
I was listening to Lil Wayne and (yeah)
Sipping on that soda (yeah)
Tipping on fo’ fo’s

I was still tripping on these hoes (huh)
Slipping on these foes (damn)
I’ve been robbed by some of my bros (damn)
All of them hit me up for they dro now

I guess karma comes and it goes
Funny how this sh#t play out
Funny how the world lay out
Funny how your b#tch stay out

Funny how your b#tch used to be mine (wow)
I got nothing left but this time now
Put all of me in these rhymes now
And like Popeye’s new chicken sandwich

Got them waiting on these lines now
They wanna see what I’m up to
Minding mine in Timbuktu
Commenting on my hairdo

But didn’t on my damn debut
I don’t even expect, wait
Yeah I do, I expect hate
How the f#ck I get eight plays

I’ve been at this since eighth grade
I don’t know, is it algorithms
I don’t know, should I have been a quitter
I done waited until they all gone to sleep

And stayed up late like the babysitter
Lead & Breakfast
Go and get the album
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up

I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
We popping us something to stay up
Lead & Breakfast
Go and get the album

I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
I f#ck on my b#tch and we lay up
I f#ck on my, f#ck on my, yeah
Come see us here at the Lead & Breakfast

Bring your baddest b#tches
Bring your hardest drugs
Let’s get f#cked up everybody
It’s a celebration
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Release Year: 2023