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Lil Skies – Havin My Way Lyrics

Havin My Way By Lil Skies

Yeah, I have my way
Oh-oh, I have my way (Pharaoh got that heat, ho)
Oh-oh, still have my way
Oh-oh (Yeah)

I’ma go flex on a b—-, go stunt on a b—-
I’m sorry I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ n—-, get the f— out of my face
I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
N—- want smoke, I’m like, “Ok”
We gon’ pull up, take his a– out in broad day
I’ma go flex on a b—-, go stunt on a b—-
I’m sorry I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ n—-, get the f— out of my face
I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
N—- want smoke, I’m like, “Ok”
We gon’ pull up, take his a– out in broad day

It’s more money out here had to be made, oh
None of these b—— get saved
I take this drip to my grave, bro
Dash on these b——, I’m great
She on my neck like a groupie ho’
Had her before I was paid
These n—– like it now they catch the bow
Tryna keep up with my wave
I keep the racks on my nightstand
I don’t put my trust in no one
I had to go with the right plan, separate me from the fake ones
I’m poppin’ off like a handgun, cops askin’ questions we don’t say none
Designer on my f—–’ body, shawty why your boyfriend dressing like a pilgrim?
To be honest, I don’t feel him
I live what I rap, that’s a real-life
Lil’ shorty got hit with the real pipe (Ayy)
Now she don’t want you, we all feel right (Ooh)
I’m thanking God ’cause I’m double blessed
I’m in the skies, somewhere outta sight
True stoner, high every night
Living this high, you gotta pay the price

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I’ma go flex on a b—-, go stunt on a b—-
I’m sorry I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ n—-, get the f— out of my face
I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
N—- want smoke, I’m like, “Ok”
We gon’ pull up, take his a– out in broad day
I’ma go flex on a b—-, go stunt on a b—-
I’m sorry I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ n—-, get the f— out of my face
I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
N—- want smoke, I’m like, “Ok”
We gon’ pull up, take his a– out in broad day

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close
F— around, get hit up with this K
Don’t say you love me, better get out my face
Can’t get a job with a tat on my face
N—– ain’t real and I can’t relate
I bring my gun when I go on dates
Order my money when I get it from Chase
Hit up Virgil, Louis my shades
N—– say I’m fake, don’t know what you think
I’ma f— another b—- over the sink
Coco Chanel, I ain’t put it in pink
Animal cruelty, I put on this mink
AP too little, had to add me a link
Like Amiri denim, got a hunnid in my jeans
I’ma do whatever, gotta feed my ting (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I marry my b—-, gotta go get the ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Apparently, the clarity, ayy, ayy, ayy
Chicago streets to Beverly, ayy, ayy, ayy
All white ones like KKK
Skies goin’ broke? pshh, ain’t no way
Let a b—- come, tryna steal my chains, spit on her face

I’ma go flex on a b—-, go stunt on a b—-
I’m sorry I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ n—-, get the f— out of my face
I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
N—- want smoke, I’m like, “Ok”
We gon’ pull up, take his a– out in broad day
I’ma go flex on a b—-, go stunt on a b—-
I’m sorry I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ n—-, get the f— out of my face
I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
N—- want smoke, I’m like, “Ok”
We gon’ pull up, take his a– out in broad day

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