Текст песни WOYY - Heems

Oh this that boom bad, that go to your room rat
Mom get off google, I m still your son who threw that
Ball through the window, now I ball like I m ringo
Cause him not go like them go
And Heema no gringo, my bread big like the pockets Donnie roaches
Used to want a gold teeth, cause nobody would coach me
Now I have my own team that know me and hold me
See me hockey pokeys so my pockets on loky
Your pockets on low key, your pocket s on doby
Smoke so many roaches, they all call me smoky
Yo holy moly, your pockets rolly poly
Your pockets on georgy, my pockets on stoly
I don t mean to sound braggy I don t mean to sound bolsty
Tryina beat wisonsin and have the most cheese
Motor boats please, a house with the view
Money in the bank, a yard and a stool
What you call that a porch, what you call that a Porsche
My pockets no thor, what you call that, norse
What you call a house of norh, what you call a horse
What you call money, what you call wars
What is it good for, why is the hood there

Who are you talking to, where are you walking to
Somebody is watching me, please let me walk with you
No they won t be watching you, yo maybe they watching you
They are no awesome dudes, they tell the lies and choose
Stay with the polish shoes, they read the daily news
Folded in the forbes, cause they doing the daily dues
Doing the daily don t they with these crazy thoughts
They wear these crazy hats, maybe they taking oaths
They skin is white
I only see em in the night, never see them in the light
Seeing them is no delight
They locked up the brown, until they homes down
Creep them while they sleeping, and never make a sound
Black up down, black man shot, sweegy never tire...
The yellow got shot, he said the block was hot
What you call money, what you call gwap
What you call that? what you call that? what you call that?
What you call that? what you call that? what you call that?
What you call that? what you call that? what you call that?