Hey Hey Hey lyrics

[Hook: PE$O PETE]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run up, I come on his block like, "hey"
Got the shade like Sabo, this sh*t ain't Ace
That's 2 'S', double 'S', b*tch, my rank
Think you next, you ain't even step to the plate
He play me a track, he like, "PE$O, man, what do you think?"
Homie, don't ever play that sh*t again
I punch in the booth, I'm like Lee with his gates
Big Backwood, Zabuza-Size, like dang
I got that drip like I'm Land of the Waves

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
I'm throwing hands and I'm landing 'em, aye
Mind on the money, I'm moving forward
Boy, I'm always 'bout motion I feel like Aang
Real life monster, got werewolf fangs
Got a UK plug, got pack like peng
Gear 5, laugh to the bank, like dang
So when I pull the sig all you hear is a bang
Boy, this ain't no comic strip, sh*t ain't a game
Boy, you know I'm unstoppable, channel my flame
Your money, your swag, your drip
Your b*tches never existed, Mother Flame
I love rapping 'bout One Piece I'll do it again
Man, the sig leave his head wrapped up like king
Got a problem, I tote me the chopper
Want smoke and we Rasta
We wrapping 'em up like J's
[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
I told your b*tch to c'mere like iayze
Get hammered and hit it, I feel like Jayce
Soon as I bust, I tell her I need space
Ten toes down, stuck in my ways
Indiana Jones, I been ducking the snakes
n*ggas Tiffany, tryna f*ck with the Jakes
Big business when we up in the base
Drip designer, why you n*ggas so basic?
Talking sh*t you'd never say to my face
Ain't popping sh*t, your opportunities wasted
Never me, I've been ahead of the race
Tried throwing shells, you ain't keeping the pace
Never hitting the brakes in my heyday
Ai Hayasaka, your b*tch on my line with the-

[Hook: PE$O PETE, Ham Sandwich]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Run up, I come on his block like, "hey"
Got the shade like Sabo, this sh*t ain't Ace
That's 2 'S', double 'S', b*tch, my rank
Think you next, you ain't even step to the plate
He play me a track, he like, "PE$O, man, what do you think?"
Homie, don't ever play that sh*t again
I punch in the booth, I'm like Lee with his gates
Big Backwood, Zabuza-Size, like dang
I got that drip like I'm Land of the Waves
[Verse 3: Ham Sandwich]
I need a hundred thousand in the safe
She want me to save her, I don't wear a cape
He said that he cooking, I don't want a taste
He want me to feed him, I ain't sharing plates
But if he the homie, I could pass him a meal
You n*ggas trash, I'm just keeping it real
She gon' let me hit it, just to see how it feel
New banana clip, let me see how it peel
Nice!
He a mole, if I see him, I whack him
n*ggas seeing the green that I'm stacking
Said he was popping, I easily pass him
Thought he trapped me, I evenly match him
Leaving 'em face down, easy subtraction
Drop a hit and the scene is collapsing
These n*ggas hop on the feed of a bad b*tch
I get her on her knees on a mattress
You can find a n*gga deep in the labyrinth
Speaking with dragons, weaving and casting
Scheming and trapping, she wanna sleep with a savage
Packing paper only he could imagine
Stress ball, how I'm squeezing and slapping
Stressing weekends, I ain't even relaxing
f*cking hoes, tell her sleeve it and jack it
I put my hand in like the sleeve of a jacket
Wait, hey
Stacking the cream that I bask in, Robbins
Opps in the area, blast 'em, drop 'em
All of that sh*t y'all gassing, awful
All of this gas I'm passing, awesome
Single rotation, he outta commission
If he in my spot, then he outta position
His option submission, he outta decisions
I-
[Outro: Ham Sandwich]
Ok, ok, ok
Hey!
Loopshyt, n*gga