Hallelujah lyrics
by Babyface Ray
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as f*ck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad b*tches send me drops, n*gga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, n*gga, hallelujah
Real n*gga, rapper second, they like, how I do it?
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
f*ck n*ggas wanna do with me? I got my change, I rock designer (For real)
My young n*gga caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
It's a beamer, not a Honda, b*tch, look how we ridin' (b*tch, look how)
Back to back Tracks and 'Cats, it look like we slidin'
I look like colored money
Way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you
f*ck steppin', n*ggas stompin' on you (f*ck 'em)
b*tches know I'm worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin' on me (Come on)
Down his block sideways like, "f*ck him 'cause he stunted on me" (Lame-ass n*gga)
f*ck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee, they layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me, I won't let 'em take me from you (I got you)
Tried to listen to these n*ggas, they ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it, paper got her friend f*ckin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as f*ck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad b*tches send me drops, n*gga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, n*gga, hallelujah
Real n*gga, rapper second, they like, how I do it? (Woah)
[Verse 2: GMO Stax]
Switches or the Dracs only thing we shootin' (The only thing we shootin')
We been put the ball down and said f*ck hoopin' (f*ck hoopin')
Kill a n*gga all on camera if it come to it
We don't need no money counter, we'll thumb through it (We'll thumb through this sh*t)
Quick to pick the chopper up and say, "f*ck music"
We ain't goin' back and forth, let the hoes do it (Let the hoes do that sh*t)
I ain't gotta slime no more, let the bros do it (I let the bros do that sh*t)
Only time these n*ggas slidin' when they on Pro Tools
b*tch, who?
Everybody 'round me gettin' money, make a b*tch choose
Everybody 'round me masked up, they don't know who the shooter (Everybody)
I don't know about them other n*ggas, they know we gon' do it
With all them bang outs, thank God, n*gga, hallelujah (Thank God)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as f*ck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad b*tches send me drops, n*gga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, n*gga, hallelujah
Real n*gga, rapper second, they like, how I do it?