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Hybrid803
Hybrid803
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Tyrell Hamer
Ryan Tyrell Hamer
Songwriter

Lyrics

We be, we be, on fire
You just, you just, just a liar
We spend, we spend, plenty cash
And I know, I know, I know you mad
We be, we be, on fire
You just, you just, just a liar
We spend, we spend, plenty cash
And I know, I know, I know you mad
Used to pull up in a V.A.N., now I pull up in a S.R.T
Lotta **** in the city I know, when they see me they so salty
I don't really give a damn though, I keep on spillin my liquor
I keep on pimping my bitches, I keep on snapin my pictures
Motherfuckers on the 'gram, they hatin'
I don't really give a damn, stop tweaking
Motherfuckers see me in the physical
Motherfuckers act like they don't see me
Better know I'll leave them leaking, period, no comma
And just like William Shakespeare, bitch I love the drama
Why the hell you playin with me, bitch I'll called the drumma
Then we get a drumline, then we about to march all on ya
Yeah you fucking with a monster, but I ain't from Sesame Street
HYB-RID-803, bitch I'm beast
We be, we be, on fire
You just, you just, just a liar
We spend, we spend, plenty cash
And I know, I know, I know you mad
We be, we be, on fire
You just, you just, just a liar
We spend, we spend, plenty cash
And I know, I know, I know you mad
Two places I ain't never going back to ****, and that's jail or broke
And I ain't never going to forget them long nights posted up at the sto'
I used to talk shit about jewelry but deep down I really wanted a chain
And yeah, I really love my city but deep down I really needed a change
Told y'all haters I would take off and haters stay asleep, don't be trying to wake up
And all them ho's that left me on read, you're dead, I ain't trying to link up
I want baguettes and them VVS, bitch I drip everything with no VD
And Youtube is the only way another motherfucker ever see me
I keep the bag of the Za, you keep a bag of the nah
The 40 came with a switch, I'll cut your ass if you pissing me off little ****
Don't get mad cause your bitch a fan, needs to get in and cool off
You gon fuck around and she gon be the reason you goin wind up stomped, little ****
We be, we be, on fire
You just, you just, just a liar
We spend, we spend, plenty cash
And I know, I know, I know you mad
We be, we be, on fire
You just, you just, just a liar
We spend, we spend, plenty cash
And I know, I know, I know you mad
Written by: Ryan Tyrell Hamer
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