Lyrics:
to talk to you
Ooh
I'll be right here when you're ready
To need me just like I need you
Gonna win the Heisman, baby
When you do
I'm just trying
D could win the Heisman, yeah I'm Charles Woodson
Couple million off a tour, that's a lot of bookings
My bitches gorgeous looking imported from
the heisman, don't want the drama
Ayy, peace and love, baby, keep it groovy
Every time we pop out, you know it's a movie
If I'm in hot water then it's
should got a Heisman too, nigga, ha
Shit, where they hikin' at? Hike
Check like a Nike hat, yup
I got the Midas pack, uh
Told the bih, "Quiet, relax,"
on a match
You struck by lightning, frightening
Gotta be a Heisman
Trophy, low-key, the one and only
Slay a ho, play a ho like a oldie
Yup, and I'm dope like
Money Heisman, rookies of the year, bitch
Haha, haha, I-I'm on it
I'm on it, uh, uh
I-I'm on it
Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it
I-If we talkin' 'bout money,
Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit
I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick
Without the Heisman Trophy but
With the Hawaiian Sophies
Frequent flyer
through so many hoes, I just need a Heisman (woah)
Standin' in my shoes ten toes, you can never tie them (ah)
This water got me oh-so froze, feel like I'm
stomp you out like I'm a capper
I'm gonna do my dab like the Heisman
I'm gonna coach I'm Quavo O'Ryan
Look at the feds I know that they spying
I'm
lie
Everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes
Young young ty T-Raww need a heisman AUGH!
Honey Cocaine!
and get the Heisman
Look in my iris, see the trips where I been
Anti pill bottle, pro psilocybin
Still buyin' bootleg Gucci from China
Donate most but
I'm ballin, I'm really ballin'
Strip club like I'm tryna win a Heisman
The applause first, then the spite came
Tryna kill my pain in the Sprite can
out the condo and buy off the lot
Fuck off in Vegas, catch me at the table, like, "Who want a knot?"
Stiff arm the haters, Heisman the pose
Signal my
I hit that run like a Heisman boy, run it back
Look at that boy, hear that running back
Shout out to salsa from San Marcos
I got addicted to soft
Now everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman
Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous
Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
They
Had to hit the Heisman on ya homies
Steppin' in here, bad bitches only
My ex used to act like he owned me
Ain't enough just to treat me like a trophy
Timing
Said, "Elliot, bezel it," ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman
Pull up, I'm swervin', I'm mergin', I got the whip, yeah the one right
at all state
Set me at the table I eat up all plates
Young nigga wylin', money still pilin'
Right hand up, look like I did the Heisman
She in love with
in it
Turn around and I hit it like a lineman
Do the Heisman, all up in your hymen
Sippin' on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in
I'm gettin' high,
a Tek
Check the glaze in my eyes, no disguise
and I smoke so much boom that I should win a fuckin Heisman and wise like
the wise
I buys ten bags for
if you're not
I'm just, flexin, two hoes, woah
Threesome, sexy two broads, ooh
Every time I step out, shit lit
I just walked in, Heisman your bitch
repo
We fucking up commas like this a casino
(Fuck up some commas) i do the Heisman (Uh)
Like, watch out, lil' bitch, you
Can call me Tim Tebow, hey
My
got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin' out for the Heisman
You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold
can picture it (uh)
Niggas winnin' Grammys now, five-star livin'
On the 5 South, jammin' out, Heisman magic
Stickin' out an arm and they standin'
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