Ayeee lyrics

[Intro: D-Aye]
From my hood to your hood, from my block to they block, you dig what I'm sayin' (from the projects mama)
Like everything I'm seein', everything I'm related to
n*gga I'm reppin' this sh*t for the streets, you heard (straight from the projects mama)
I know you have to relate to me, all this sh*t I'm talkin' about

[Verse 1: D-Aye]
I remember days I ain't have it, I was sleepin' on a p*ssy mattress
I'm tryna multiply my money, flip it around, do it like gymnastics
I had to take a gamble in the streets, you know I keep a tool when I be sleep
I just be thinkin' 'bout a lot of demons, I see a lot of n*ggas want to be me
Ayy I'll never cross on my n*ggas, no, every n*gga around me they sellin' dope
I came off the block but I'm still here, all the real n*ggas like gotta feel him
You remember when you laughed at me?
Lil b*tch I was f*cked up, now a n*gga back at it
Post up in the crack alley
Bad b*tch smell good so she gonna throw it back at me
I'm soaking wet, my heart ache, ayy I was sittin' in the rain mama
Pill popper, goin' through pain mama
Still sippin' on the drank mama
Before I let you play me I'ma say somethin'
I won't let no n*gga take from me
Tell a n*gga come direct mama, I'm straight from the projects mama

[Chorus: D-Aye]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
I wake up and get me a bankroll
Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
No time for the actin'
Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
You know I came straight out the projects
What the hood gon' do without me?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
Salute to the streets, know they love me
I won't let them folks down, they can trust me
[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Patiently waiting for my time to come
I done told my mama that I made it
Kept gettin' in trouble for sh*t, police callin' my mama
Wouldn't let her come and get her baby
I'm goin' brazy, this sh*t ridiculous
How quick they be sellin' their soul to Caucasians
I just pray that I make it, these snitches been takin' us out on the daily
Sip somethin' and get faded
They kicked in the trap, I'm glad I wasn't there when they raided
I don't give two f*cks, daddy ain't there then I'm killin' you baby
They got bullets, we got bullets too baby
Ain't a n*gga on earth bulletproof baby
This a forty, not a deuce deuce baby
Ride with a deuce, I'ma look at you crazy
Snitch might as well be a rapist
Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist
Every night I dream 'bout makin' it
Now that I made it still dream about makin' it
Snitch might as well be a rapist
Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist
Every night I dream 'bout makin' it
Now that I made it still dream about makin' it, Peezy

[Chorus: D-Aye]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
I wake up and get me a bankroll
Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
No time for the actin'
Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
You know I came straight out the projects
What the hood gon' do without me?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
Salute to the streets, know they love me
I won't let them folks down, they can trust me
[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]
Stayed in the trap with a MAC and a stick
I'm that lil n*gga from back in the bricks
I'm that lil n*gga got it out the mud
They know I got the wave, n*gga buzzin'
I got a stick with it, came with the di*k in it
Ain't finna play with it, I gotta stay with it
I f*ck your b*tch on the floor, I'ma lay in it, yeah, hey
Load up the cartridge, we gotta jump it
I'm from the bottom, I came out the dungeon
I keep that fire on my waist like a girdle
I get to poppin', I make 'em do hurdles
My pockets stick out like the head on a turtle
n*gga come play with my gang, he get murdered
I send a n*gga to do you a service
I do the dash in a four door Suburban
I got this money off rappin' and servin'
I got this money off juggin' and stickin'
I got them fleas on my finger, it's itchin'
Taliban, chopper with the extension
Took the doolie, went and sat it on inches
Yeah n*gga, young n*gga sh*t, n*gga yeah n*gga
Gang sh*t, Peezy, D-Aye, n*gga you know what the f*ck goin' on

[Chorus: D-Aye]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
I wake up and get me a bankroll
Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
No time for the actin'
Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
You know I came straight out the projects
What the hood gon' do without me?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey
Salute to the streets, know they love me
I won't let them folks down, they can trust me