438 Tok - Hello lyrics

[Intro] (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) [Chorus: Hotboii] Money is the root of all evil These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b*tch leave you I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, fu*k a teacher You ni**as gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck My ni**as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step And we ridin' with a TEC, make a ni**a call the ref [Verse 1: Hotboii] Oh, I done threw the doors up, this b*tch feel like a jet Got some b*tchеs out in [?] tryna fu*k me for the [?] That ni**a tweetin' then hе dead, give a fu*k 'bout what he said Grab a Sprite up out the store and I'ma turn it candy red, oh Hello nice to meet you, these bullets wanna greet you Got keys like Alicia, got lean by the liter She ain't let you fu*k 'cause I guess we two different people I be smokin' opps, I don't know nothin' 'bout no reefer, uh When we spin their block, had to throw away the chop Can do magic with the dope, turnin' sand into rock Fell in love with her throat, I just like it when she slobs You would think a ni**a fishin' how I hop out with that rod (Uh, no, not at all) [Chorus: Hotboii] Money is the root of all evil These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b*tch leave you I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, fu*k a teacher You ni**as gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck My ni**as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step And we ridin' with a TEC, make a ni**a call the ref (Call the ref) [Verse 2: 438 Tok] Mm, say make the ni**a call the ref, uh Miss my ni**a, woulda probably went different if I was there I been active in these streets, ain't been on Instagram (I been active) They don't know the sh*t I seen, no, they was never there (They was never there) I don't wanna take no losses, scared to ship it through the mail (Scared to ship it through the mail) Every show I do be profit, I go up, ain't gotta sell (I go up, ain't gotta sell) All these diamonds on me talk, I let them introduce themselves (Iet 'em talk) And you ain't even gotta talk, for real, ws ridin' with K's 'fore we got L's Listen, to be honest all this sh*t materialistic (Yeah) fu*k these diamonds, ni**a, who'll ride if it go different? I ain't go trollin' in these interviews, tryna to trick me out my business I be pourin' 4's, tryna to kill the booth, it be fu*kin' up my vision [Chorus: Hotboii] Money is the root of all evil These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b*tch leave you I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, fu*k a teacher You ni**as gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck My ni**as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step And we ridin' with a TEC, make a ni**a call the ref (Call the ref)