Happy Hour - MONSOON

Ya'll ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do
Y'all ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do
(Ay)
(Uh)

When I slide in
I pop up
Then lock down yo bitch
We that turn up
That old 'Zo
That Happy Hour shit

I'm at y'all shows throwin' bricks
My bros is accurate, don't miss
These niggas flatulence, they stink
I know immaculate, I'm it
(Look)

And we passing it
Like Kaepernick
We kneel on they necks
Ya act like little insects, brush 'em off like they pests

And then I'm catching it
I'm Mossin' niggas, got 3 flags I'm him
You niggas red flags, my niggas get bags
Don't fuck with our shit

Now fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me bitch

Now fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me bitch

Now fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me bitch

Now fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me bitch

If you's a cash collector
Bag selector
Nigga this yo shit
My life be flashin'
No relaxin' for a nigga
When you Him

If you's a cash collector
Bag selector
Nigga this yo shit
My life be flashin'
No relaxin' for a nigga
When you Him

Ya'll ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do
Y'all ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do

Ya'll ride waves we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do

Ya'll ride waves we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do

(Okay)
My oracle dun told me we'd be wet off my horoscope
Aquarius
I get it crackin'
I'm a cause a overdose
I prayed for days like this so I'm a
Give these niggas holy smoke
Smokin' any rap artist
We dun came from back closets
Fitted for the hazmat
Cause niggas gettin' mad toxic
From the city where it's cool to flake
While niggas act solid
They gon' try and hop the wave
When my niggas fat poppin'
We don't do it like these other niggas
We don't cap often

We just show up drop hot fire like it's napalm
That spread amongst the brush
(Huh)
Like there's paint on 'em
Oh Happy Hour them
Well
What's your take on 'em

I think they the type of group to get downplayed and
Surrounded by these quote unquote artists
That are ashy
We handle more god damn keys
Than a valet
We care about our shit
More intense
Than a car chase
We speed-balling 'til we die
R.I.P. to Chris Farley

Ya'll ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do
Y'all ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do

Ya'll ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do
Y'all ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour

(Ziccy)
Niggas wanna ride the wave
Can't create they own movements
Same shit different day
Niggas swear they born to lose and
Born winner on my big shit couldn't picture this
Born sinner opposite nigga get a pic of this
Ain't no pickin' this
Issa pic-a-nic
It's a lit and shit
And its nigga-rish
Ziccy pulled up and he picked up a bunch a bitches with
The stick and shit
And he shiftin' with
And we slid in it
And that's a new wave
Y'all niggas ride
Or y'all niggas hide
Either way it's saucy
That's the final dip

Y'all ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour do
Y'all ride waves, we create a monsoon
We'd like to show y'all what the Happy Hour

Written by:
Angel Casillas, Donyea Jenkins, Issac Carri, Kevin Holland

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