The H î L L s
I mean come on like please, hemp
Let me get greasy, yeah
Let me get greasy, let me get steezy, yeah
Yay, look look
Gleam, shine, wrist, bite
Fake bitch, give her fake dick
But I'm not, dike
Yikes
Fuckboy, hotboy
But my, neck subzero
Copy my style, I'm a hero
Count zeros, don't flip through a B roll
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
California dreaming Beverly
I mean I'm really really feeling it
McHammer ain't no touching me
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
Shopping, spending money how I please
It's my life I gotta live with it
What I do it ain't no telling me, no
I'm all about paper like books
You lil n part of my comics
Y'all don't understand economics
That's why you stuck with the ramen
I'm stuck with the top that your bitch give
I just wanted to see what them cheeks did
I see that you're not in my bracket
So let me learn you about this lavish life
Got rich I'll tell you how it happened
I had to pop a lil Xanny
Kept me focus, came in handy
No overnight, I did some planning
No distractions, couldn't afford it
Besides, these goofy hoes be boring
Probably cause they ain't foreign
Broke and cant pay they mortgage
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
California dreaming Beverly
I mean I'm really really feeling it
McHammer ain't no touching me
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
Shopping, spending money how I please
It's my life I gotta live with it
What I do it ain't no telling me, no
Gleam, shine, wrist, bite
Fake bitch, give her fake dick
But I'm not, dike no
Yikes
Fuckboy, hotboy
But my, neck subzero
Copy my style, I'm a hero
Count zeros, don't flip through a B roll, yea
I spend some racks on my jeans
I'm rocking fruit of the loom
I'm asking what you got say
Like Lil Pump in the room
I'm talking Fendi my feet
I gotta stick like a broom
Like if you stepping on them
I'll sweep the room cause of you
I'm in the Hills with the shits
Looking for me a lil bihh, ya
Found me a white lil beecees
She not too legit to quit, no
Need me a geeky lil bihh, Yeah a freaky lil bihh
Never sneaky lil bihh, nah
Rocking the cheekies and shit, aye
Waiting for me to come hit, ya
I gotta a seat you could sit
Look at her smiling and cheesing and shit, hey
Finna be wheezing and shit
Telling me to take it easy a bit, hey
I go to deep with the dick, yeh
She feeling queasy and shit, aye
She don't want to leave me and shit, no
She just want to please me and shit, yea
Let me get greasy, yeah
Let me get greasy, let me get steezy, yeah
Yay, look look
Gleam, shine, wrist, bite
Fake bitch, give her fake dick
But I'm not, dike
Yikes
Fuckboy, hotboy
But my, neck subzero
Copy my style, I'm a hero
Count zeros, don't flip through a B roll
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
California dreaming Beverly
I mean I'm really really feeling it
McHammer ain't no touching me
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
Shopping, spending money how I please
It's my life I gotta live with it
What I do it ain't no telling me, no
I'm all about paper like books
You lil n part of my comics
Y'all don't understand economics
That's why you stuck with the ramen
I'm stuck with the top that your bitch give
I just wanted to see what them cheeks did
I see that you're not in my bracket
So let me learn you about this lavish life
Got rich I'll tell you how it happened
I had to pop a lil Xanny
Kept me focus, came in handy
No overnight, I did some planning
No distractions, couldn't afford it
Besides, these goofy hoes be boring
Probably cause they ain't foreign
Broke and cant pay they mortgage
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
California dreaming Beverly
I mean I'm really really feeling it
McHammer ain't no touching me
Bitch, I'm in the Hills with it
Shopping, spending money how I please
It's my life I gotta live with it
What I do it ain't no telling me, no
Gleam, shine, wrist, bite
Fake bitch, give her fake dick
But I'm not, dike no
Yikes
Fuckboy, hotboy
But my, neck subzero
Copy my style, I'm a hero
Count zeros, don't flip through a B roll, yea
I spend some racks on my jeans
I'm rocking fruit of the loom
I'm asking what you got say
Like Lil Pump in the room
I'm talking Fendi my feet
I gotta stick like a broom
Like if you stepping on them
I'll sweep the room cause of you
I'm in the Hills with the shits
Looking for me a lil bihh, ya
Found me a white lil beecees
She not too legit to quit, no
Need me a geeky lil bihh, Yeah a freaky lil bihh
Never sneaky lil bihh, nah
Rocking the cheekies and shit, aye
Waiting for me to come hit, ya
I gotta a seat you could sit
Look at her smiling and cheesing and shit, hey
Finna be wheezing and shit
Telling me to take it easy a bit, hey
I go to deep with the dick, yeh
She feeling queasy and shit, aye
She don't want to leave me and shit, no
She just want to please me and shit, yea
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Writer(s): Keith Lee
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