Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hear Me Out, artist - Stakes
Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hear Me Out |
Yeah |
Hear me out yo |
Hear me out yo |
Hear me out loud and clear like a preacher |
ADHD4K through the speakers |
She say she hate me but she yelling go deeper |
Shakira waist but her back Onika Minaj |
Face Zendaya, feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars |
She wanna stay up talking feelings |
I feel I can’t be arsed |
I need to lay up for the weekend off a xan and a half |
Cause you know I beat it up, Stella Artois |
My bitch was fat, now she thin |
She got off her ass |
This shit I smash |
I come in, leave her in a cast |
Crazy, I pace back and forth like gym class |
Told the bitch I dont want none, Sister Act |
She know, I wanna fuck not cuddle |
Wait bro, yeah I’m in my duffle |
And we put our money together, watch that shit double |
Got big blunts |
Power puff, we blow bubbles |
You in trouble thought he’d make it to the sixth round |
The bell not even rang and he saying he got to sit down |
Cousin ran up and you like, wait bro, hear me out |
Bao, bao, bao, bao, bao, you can’t hear now |
You can’t hear now |
We what they fear now |
They shed a tear now |
Yeah, they seem sincere now |
Hear me out loud and clear like a preacher |
ADHD4K through the speakers |
She say she hate me but she yelling go deeper |
Shakira waist but her back Onika Minaj |
Face Zendaya, feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars |
She wanna stay up talking feelings |
I feel I can’t be arsed |
I need to lay up for the weekend off a xan and a half |
Cause you know I beat it up, Stella Artois |
I can still remember |
Trying to touch the road |
On the way to see a girl with a dozen roses |
Now my sights are set on venues with a hundred rows |
And I tell the girls to let it go like I was up in Frozen |
Derozan, never miss with the hits |
Antetekounmpo, I get hummus you bitch |
I’ma hit a triple double, not a lick of assist |
We be bringing round your sister, we be telling her strip |
When I was a youngin' they said chill, let Christopher spit |
I had a romance with the mic, we would kiss on the lips |
When I was younger I would reminisce on living all rich |
And now I’m old and got some money, I just think with my dick |
Touching road with a baddy on the side |
She only wear stiletto, she a ballerina type |
Hit the after party, send the addy and I’ll slide |
Mustang in the garage, we in the Caddy for the night |
Got too many options |
Got freak hoes when I’m out in Compton |
Getting cream with the team out in Boston |
Get the champagne ready cause we poppin |
I got a nine millimeter in my back pocket |
I’m going on a trip to hit a bitch with a rocket |
Don’t wanna see me when I aim and I cock it |
Best believe that I’m going for your socket |
Carpe Noctem, I gotta be in your top ten |
When I pop in, I drive the boat I cannot swim |
Got no options, I’m great, tell me how could I not win |
Need some raw shit from Stakes and Kenny you got them |
Hip-hop twins like Brad Jordan in 1991 |
Or like Gamera fuckin up a small city I’m having fun |
While demolishing any beat you put in front of me |
Fall in defeat at my feet, respect me or you get sent out to Coventry |
Shout out to my British niggas know y’all hoes in love with the |
Five nine shit starter but my heart is eight foot three |
Saving the sacred key, no vacancies for wack rap niggas |
Three’s a muthafuckin' crowd so get out, Jack Trippers |
Damn I hit the stu like Brian Griffin |
Baby rap different |
Lying about the bodies in your verse |
I guess you cap niggas |
Oh I see you step in in your purse |
You in your bag nigga |
I’ll put you out on the strip |
Go show your ass nigga |
Yeah I said I’m back, though I ain’t never been backdoored |
It’s a nightmare when them niggas in attack mode |
Labels want a nap, they should pick me like afros |
Balling like we the Astros, no love for you assholes |
Take these bitches down, I led the league in tackles |
Comin agg with the mag they should have me in shackles |
Cross me one time, I get your chess like castles |
Shit hot like a bottle of Tabasco |
Rappers never get even, I rap this shit for a reason |
You rap about beef, I’d rather rap bout a vegan |
Who just started this evening, who don’t like what they eating |
Asking is this shit seasoned |
Kind of like you when you rapping and I mean it |
It’s getting hotter, check the heat, check the climate |
It be dotted on the sheet when I sign it |
They can not stop me, I don’t need be reminded |
Bitch I get under their skin, ultraviolet |
I get violent, plates are flying, babies crying |
The Mayans warned us of the day I’m arriving |
I go Sean de Paul, baby girl dutty wining |
Cause she know bout sliding down the pole like she a fireman |
I’m a tyrant in early days I inspire them |
Then it’s a genocide, bring back the sirens |
Freddy chopper got a dick, chicks in Thailand |
You gon' pay for the pussy, Miss Saigon |
See me and Stew were speaking the other day and discussing |
He told me about a time |
Before she ever had me busting |
I said can I bring Stakes |
And she said yuck that’s disgusting |