
aye
trap, heavy bass, deep male voice

aye
trap, heavy bass, deep male voice
Lyrics
Chubby chubby guy
Push-up Push-up
Need them gains
Eyes red feelin' high
Smokin' all day, brain fade away
Dreamin bout that paper pile
Green on green yeah, can i get paid
Wanted ease a smoother ride
Now we hustle grinding, gliding climbin to the top
All the way up, no deny
Money on the way
Do the bars bring gain
If not I still remain
Smilin’ through the minor pain
This ain't stress it's just a game
I'm vibin out ain't feelin shame
we just play you know the name
we Like for like to gain traction
no other way to get that action
its the followers way it's just the way we work
we all want dat dollars what to say
A bunch of Yes-men in a crowded room
Is it love or nah
Don’t know but we still got gang
Even if the likes are more fake then a instagram-model
shoutout to my real homies
we do this day after day
Fucked up home fucked up brain, fucked up all the time
pressure is thick
Still alone just tryna get dat click
FOMO buzzin’ like a trick
Can i make my music stick
Goin crazy like John Wick
the fog is thick in my hotbox
Chillin deep into the night
Game on blast we feelin right
Roulette dreams always red
spin that slot machine
gotta keep awake sippin dat caffeine
lean in da canteen
got a problem nah
gambler addiction but aint ruin me yet
some day ridin that jet
Late to bed with thoughts in head
My girl on me, no need to beg
Been on the net since dial-up days
Still surfin waves in a digital way
gotta keep being brave
atleast im not stuck in a cave
and being a Key-board-warrior
but aint gonna sit here and act-superior
lets get that cash money, bag
