Hype (Remix) lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro-King Libra]
We don't live off the hype way
Baltimore
Libra
Down the hill

[Verse 1-King Libra]
East side
Ddh
Where I’m From
Got a couple bars
Only drop some
Couple fake n*ggas
But they get no love
n*ggas mean mugging
They don't really want none
They ain't making no noise
Talking bout they shooting n*ggas
Where the clip though
Talking bout they killing n*ggas
They ain't really bout it though
Too trill
Keeping sh*t real
Really bout to cut n*ggas
Just cause I feel
n*ggas think they that trapping
Selling just candy
n*ggas running off the plug
And pockets real empty
Might hit a lick
Might f*ck ya b*tch
Might take her back to the crib and make ya film
Bout to start putting n*ggas out on blast
Don't give a f*ck
Want a bad b*tch
Like she peed on the rug
Usually I don’t contain foolery
Baby they using me
If i don't be addressing these n*ggas
I'm killing these n*ggas
Not friends with these n*ggas
They fake as sh*t n*gga
If i'm dapping these n*ggas
I'm plastic my n*gga
I'm bigger my n*gga
They small to me n*gga
Thug life in the county
You a clown to me n*gga
You columbia n*ggas
Ain't got sh*t on me n*gga
What you think that you about it homie
I know these n*ggas better stop playing on me
I’m rick grimes and steph curry wit the shot
I pop pop pop pop
If you take shots at my block
Suspect n*ggas getting pushed back on sight
Taking for granted
That is why i am spazzing
Never slipping
And never panic
The quiet ones go insane
Better throw some respeck on my name

[Hook-King Libra]
Ugh
Look what they made me do
I heard it over and over again
It was never sounding just right
They love to talk
Me, I’m just dunning the hype
Me, I’m just dunning the hype
Me, I’m just done
Done Done Done Done

[Verse 2-King Libra]
God damn
Man these n*ggas jaded
I knew they hate it
Tried to hit me with that bullsh*t
But I’m in the matrix
I penetrate it
Never doubt myself for a second
I know imma make it
Right from the basement
Young kings over everything
That’s legendary homie
Team lit yeah
Libra wit the beats
Marhi wit heat
Zahny he sing
n*gga my crew looking three black jonas
City like gotham can't find no lois’s
I got it
I got it
I got it
Word to my mama
From the bottom I promise
I see jealousy mama and i’m just being honest
They sent threats to the boy and I’m just being honest
All of the talking is just gossip
Gossiping n*ggas
They talk like they bout it
You hear a lot more
When you moving in silence
They want spot right next to me
Silly n*gga you can't get right next to me
Way too many hoes standing next to me
I hate a goofy especially
I’m not showing n*ggas no empathy
Done with the fake sh*t it's killing me
These n*ggas going die out eventually
Come to my city it’s rest in peace
Shout out to taeo yeah YPC
Shout out to zuriel that's my G
Lotta y'all n*ggas wanna be friends with me
I hate some of these n*ggas especially
They always dying to mention me
You can not get it how I get it please
Please no don't not ask for the recipe
They gotta go
They gotta go

[Hook-King Libra]
Ugh
Look what they made me do
I heard it over and over again
It was never sounding just right
They love to talk
Me, I’m just dunning the hype
Me, I’m just dunning the hype
Me, I’m just done
Done Done Done Done

[Outro-Windu,Juxtaposition, DVO]
Windu-Yeah n*gga
Real n*gga sh*t Bih
KK mafia n*gga
Juxtaposition-Fly sh*t only man
You feel me
Don't nobody in the world do it like this man right here man
Nothing but bracket rises man
Getting to the money man
No hype sh*t man
f*ck out of here dog
DVO-And any pretty girls can suck his di*k

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