Hey Siri
Hey Siri
Can anyone hear me?
Bitches come in threes
Feels musketeery
Drop that bitch off
Her eyes getting teary
Grew up in the woods with no body near me
This shit getting eerie
That's why they all fear me
Like the boogie man
Walk down the street in a hoodie man
In the hood no one knows who i am
I'll be bumping G-Eazy at 2AM
I'm at your bitch house at 4AM
She got the force mandelorian
I got rich so I bought a DeLorean
Like Back to the Future
Life is good they calling me Future
Bitch give me brain
But she ain't a tutor
30 On my back cause I'm just a shooter
My brain binary like I'm a computer
I push my shit through the speakers
Got too much drip on my speakers
My shoes are fire even down to the beaters
I'm hitting home runs they calling me Jeter
My lyrics so fire my mouth is a heater
I'm moving so fast that I'm breaking the meter
I don't give a fuck my bars getting meaner
I won't ask you if my music too loud
But I'll always ask Siri
Hey Siri
Can anyone hear me?
Bitches come in threes
Feels musketeery
Drop that bitch off
Her eyes getting teary
Grew up in the woods with no body near me
This shit getting eerie
That's why everyone fear me
Im making havoc like a cyclone
Dress like me u is my clone
So I correct you like a typo
My money stack high it be 5'4
That's prolly why your girl call my phone
Like stop it
In the club and I pop it
Lock it
Dance floor yeah I like to mop it
Throw up bands but that shit never dropping
New iPhone yeah I gotta go cop it
Can anyone hear me?
Bitches come in threes
Feels musketeery
Drop that bitch off
Her eyes getting teary
Grew up in the woods with no body near me
This shit getting eerie
That's why they all fear me
Like the boogie man
Walk down the street in a hoodie man
In the hood no one knows who i am
I'll be bumping G-Eazy at 2AM
I'm at your bitch house at 4AM
She got the force mandelorian
I got rich so I bought a DeLorean
Like Back to the Future
Life is good they calling me Future
Bitch give me brain
But she ain't a tutor
30 On my back cause I'm just a shooter
My brain binary like I'm a computer
I push my shit through the speakers
Got too much drip on my speakers
My shoes are fire even down to the beaters
I'm hitting home runs they calling me Jeter
My lyrics so fire my mouth is a heater
I'm moving so fast that I'm breaking the meter
I don't give a fuck my bars getting meaner
I won't ask you if my music too loud
But I'll always ask Siri
Hey Siri
Can anyone hear me?
Bitches come in threes
Feels musketeery
Drop that bitch off
Her eyes getting teary
Grew up in the woods with no body near me
This shit getting eerie
That's why everyone fear me
Im making havoc like a cyclone
Dress like me u is my clone
So I correct you like a typo
My money stack high it be 5'4
That's prolly why your girl call my phone
Like stop it
In the club and I pop it
Lock it
Dance floor yeah I like to mop it
Throw up bands but that shit never dropping
New iPhone yeah I gotta go cop it
Credits
Writer(s): Devyn Lowry
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