Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Havin My Way, artist - Stunna 4 Vegas. Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Song language: English
Havin My Way |
| Uh, uh |
| Oh Lord, Jetson made another one |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| I’m havin' racks and I’m havin' my way with this shit (Racks) |
| Is you tryna fuck or what? |
| (Thot thot) |
| I’m first in line, ain’t no runner-up (Fuck) |
| These niggas act like I ain’t done enough (Huh?) |
| We open fire, no uppercuts |
| Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) |
| He say it’s up, it’s stuck, uh |
| I’m goin' in, I ain’t goin' for nothin' (Nope) |
| I’m havin' racks and I’m havin' my way with this shit (Racks) |
| Is you tryna fuck or what? |
| (Thot thot) |
| I’m first in line, ain’t no runner-up (Fuck) |
| These niggas act like I ain’t done enough |
| We open fire, no uppercuts |
| Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) |
| He say it’s up, it’s stuck |
| I’m goin' in, I ain’t goin' for nothin' |
| That lil' nigga flex, Hercules (4X) |
| I’m walkin' straight in, ain’t no searchin' me (Fuck) |
| Put this dick on her, she like, «You hurtin' me» |
| Glock with a dick, send 'em up, no surgery (Come here) |
| He got hit with the whole magazine |
| Want beef with us, you need strategy (Huh) |
| I hit that nat, she attached to me |
| I’m with your ho blowin' dope off the balcony, uh |
| I spent your rent on a Moncler (Cash) |
| I made it back the next day (No cap) |
| I see through these niggas, x-ray (Fuck) |
| She give me head, not headaches, uh (Nat nat) |
| Boy, you in the way, you dead weight (Bitch) |
| I spend backends on AK’s (Blaow) |
| ARP’s and them drake things |
| I put a rap check on your whole gang (Get 'em out of there) |
| I really be where they can’t hang (Huh?) |
| Treat an opp block like a gun range (Hah) |
| I treat a thot thot like she nothin' (Ooh) |
| I came from shit, I make racks off performing (On gang) |
| And I’m booked like I’m touring (Booked) |
| All month, backends keep coming (Cash) |
| Ho called, she say she horny |
| I’m on the road, I’ll be there in the morning (Thot thot) |
| I’m havin' racks and I’m havin' my way with this shit (Racks) |
| Is you tryna fuck or what? |
| (Thot thot) |
| I’m first in line, ain’t no runner-up (Fuck) |
| These niggas act like I ain’t done enough (Huh?) |
| We open fire, no uppercuts |
| Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) |
| He say it’s up, it’s stuck, uh |
| I’m goin' in, I ain’t goin' for nothin' (Nope) |
| I’m havin' racks and I’m havin' my way with this shit (Racks) |
| Is you tryna fuck or what? |
| (Thot thot) |
| I’m first in line, ain’t no runner-up (Fuck) |
| These niggas act like I ain’t done enough |
| We open fire, no uppercuts (Uh) |
| Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there, Uh) |
| He say it’s up, it’s stuck (Uh) |
| I’m goin' in, I ain’t goin' for nothin' (Yeah) |
| Pull up in a tank like Master P (Yeah) |
| Yeah, niggas be after me (Yeah) |
| I got a .223 with me, yeah |
| That bitch gon' shoot with me (Yeah) |
| Y’all niggas dyin' in the streets tryna play with me |
| You know I love fuckin' beats (Yeah) |
| And I love fuckin' freaks |
| Fuck your ho, yeah, to sleep, yeah |
| And she wanna get geeked |
| Let that ho sip the double cup, yeah, with me, yeah |
| And I’m, I’m a king |
| Paradise East, PDE, yeah (Yeah) |
| Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me when it come to this beef (Uh-uh) |
| I’m pullin' up 'bout four deep |
| Everybody strapped up with me (Yeah) |
| We got them thirties and chopsticks (Yeah) |
| Yeah, nigga, we gon' mop shit (Yeah) |
| Shoot a motherfuckin' opp bitch (Yeah) |
| And middle finger to the cops, bitch (Oh yeah) |
| On the block I be givin' niggas hell |
| Hell yeah, I’m shell (I'm shell) |
| Thirty round, nah, nah for real |
| Y’all niggas know what it is |
| I’m havin' racks and I’m havin' my way with this shit (Racks) |
| Is you tryna fuck or what? |
| (Thot thot) |
| I’m first in line, ain’t no runner-up (Fuck) |
| These niggas act like I ain’t done enough (Huh?) |
| We open fire, no uppercuts |
| Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) |
| He say it’s up, it’s stuck, uh |
| I’m goin' in, I ain’t goin' for nothin' (Nope) |
| I’m havin' racks and I’m havin' my way with this shit (Racks) |
| Is you tryna fuck or what? |
| (Thot thot) |
| I’m first in line, ain’t no runner-up (Fuck) |
| These niggas act like I ain’t done enough |
| We open fire, no uppercuts |
| Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) |
| He say it’s up, it’s stuck |
| I’m goin' in, I ain’t goin' for nothin' |