Hey There Delilah (V1) lyrics

[Verse 1: Yoppa BAM]
Hey there Delilah
Hey there Delilah
Hey there Delilah, I came in with a choppa
I got her in the backseat, better act proper
I’m off thirty xans I wanna meet your father
After I f*ck her, I don’t ever wanna call her
Hey there Delilah, I’m riding through your city
In a Hellcat, b*tch I’m looking pretty
Tattoos on my face ‘cause I be really with the killing
I keep a twin Glock for all the n*ggas tryna get me
My Grandma was a trapper, serving bricks from under hеr titties
My Grandpa was a trapper, had fifty bricks in the cеiling
This that B$R sh*t, I make a move and don’t reveal it
Audemars scales on my wrist, it got me feeling fishy
b*tch gon’ give me that top, I don’t even let her kiss me
Got Delilah in my room with her friend and they switching

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Hey there Delilah, b*tch I’m in your city
AR hold a hunnid and I came in with some titties
Hey there Delilah, I’m like ten blocks down
Heard he got that pack then my n*ggas gun him down
Lay him on the floor, shh, b*tch don’t make a sound
AP on my wrist and it’s worth three hundred pounds
n*ggas talking crazy I’ma pop up at your spot
Pop up with a Glock, then I f*ck your thot
I go crazy with chopsticks, no Benihanas
Try me if you wanna, dying if you wanna
Mama told me “Ugh, it smell like marijuana”
Bullets heat him up just like a motherf*cking sauna
[Outro: Smokepurpp]
I bet this chopper make him chicken head
I bet this chopper make him chicken head
I bet this chopper make him chicken head
I don’t want no sex, lil b*tch, I want the head
I bet this chopper make him chicken head
I bet this chopper make him chicken head
I bet this chopper make him chicken head