Hanna – Boi Lyrics

 

Boi Lyrics Hanna

Boi Lyrics

 

Boi Lyrics by Hanna (feat. DeekayDidIt)

 

Yeah

Aye
Get your hands up off my
Get your hands up off my

Yeah, sheesh!
Hmmm-hmmm
Sheesh! Yeah
Hmmm
Woo
Hmmm
Yuh
Hmmm
Yeah
Hmmm
Aye
Hmmm

Get your hands up off my shit boy
What the fuck you think it is boy? (What the fuck you think?)
If you’re looking for legit boy (Looking for legit)
Then I’m motherfucking it boy
Yeah-yeah (Hmmm)
I ain’t even flip boy
The switch boy
Keep the conversations quick boy
I’m Hit-Boy
This discography is lit boy (Yeah-yeah)
And you ain’t fucking with my clique boy
(You ain’t fucking with my clique boy!)

Weight up on my shoulder, imma hold up (Imma hold up)
Motherfuckers really think they know us (Hell nah!)
When it come to doing this I am the coldest
They ain’t know that I was grinding till they saw dust
Female rapper me and get ya throat cut
We are not the same, I do my own stuff
I been glowing way before the glow up
Harry Potter with the touch, I brew my own luck
I’m coming for these boys they think they own this shit
Little boys on pedestals cause that’s where they were told to sit
And I’m over it
I’m so over it (Yeah yeah)
Hashtag “women do not owe you shit!”

Get your hands up off my shit boy
What the fuck you think it is boy? (What the fuck you think?)
If you’re looking for legit boy (Looking for legit)
Then I’m motherfucking it boy
Yeah-yeah (Hmmm)
I ain’t even flip boy
The switch boy
Keep the conversations quick boy
I’m Hit-Boy
This discography is lit boy (Yeah-yeah)
And you ain’t fucking with my clique boy
(You ain’t fucking with my clique boy!)

I kick push like Lupe (Yessir)
Now they call me new wave (Damn)
Started at the bottom now, I’m at the top. a toupee
Now I call the shots (Yeah)
Always been the n**** to take the spot (Yeah)
I don’t really mess with the cliques, I click click and pow
While my big dick energy got em talking a lot
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Now they see me on their TV
Wondering how I done did it
I don’t talk, let ’em figure it out
I got n***** low key pushing they shit back like golf seats (Skrrrrrrr)
I’m ’06 50, a goatie you heard me! (Damn)
Female rapper me you die
Hanna told you don’t do it
Yo kids need you around buddy (They do)
Gully mamis in my DMs sani
I make her dance
Binging on hunnies that never liked me
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Get your hands up off my shit boy
What the fuck you think it is boy? (What the fuck you think?)
If you’re looking for legit boy (Looking for legit)
Then I’m motherfucking it boy
Hmmm (Yeah yeah)
I ain’t even flip boy
The switch boy (I flip the switch)
Keep the conversations quick boy
I’m Hit-Boy (Hit this hit)
This discography is lit boy (Yeah, yeah)
And you ain’t fucking with my clique boy
(You ain’t fucking with my clique boy!)

I don’t mean to send no threats
But now I’m coming for your heads
Keep one eye open when you rest
A small taste of your medicine
Times are changing, patience thin
And I been in my element
Fear my power and my pen
What makes you weak’s what makes you men (Get your hands up off my)
I don’t mean to send no threats
But now I’m coming for your heads
Keep one eye open when you rest
A small taste of your medicine
Times are changing, patience thin
And I been in my element
Fear my power and my pen
What makes you weak’s what makes you me
Get your hands up off my

Get your hands up off my