Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Heisman’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
People throw shade, then they act like they don’t know where to find me
‘Cause they know who’s standing behind me
Heisman shawty, yeah, I just won the Heisman
I’ma hit the Heisman on you, nigga, I’m the Heisman
And my niggas all playing linemen (pew pew, pew)
Yeah, she tatting my name, don’t f*ck up the lettering (woo)
She seeing the XO, it’s all on my letter man (yeah, yeah)
She come to my crib, she come to my residence (jeez)
Laced in designer, she thought it was Vetements
Laced in designer, she thought it was Vetements (jeez, jeez)
Laced in designer, she thought it was Vetements (jeez, jeez)
She tatting my name, don’t f*ck up the lettering (jeez, jeez)
She seeing the XO, it’s all on my letter man (jeez, jeez)
She come to my crib, she come to my residence (woo, skrrt, skrrt)
Hop in the whip and a nigga start peddeling (skrrt, skrrt)
I’m fucking these stars, I’m feeling like Federline (yeah, yeah)
Ain’t no sniping how I do (glee, glee)
I’m a dog, I’m going roof
Off that molly, yeah, I boot (yeah, yeah)
Diamonds choke me like a noose (yeah, yeah)
Yeah my oldest Glock like twenty-two (pew pew, pew pew)
Stays concealed all in my coupe (pew pew)
Ah ee, yeah might pull up in the Rari (skrrt)
Bitches be given me nani (yeah), yeah yeah, sloppy
Used to sell dope in the lobby, now he got concierge lobby (yeah)
Mm hmm, yeah, yeah, remember when they didn’t want me?
He balanced your love on the Eiffel (balance)
That nigga took you for granted (nope)
I pick it up like receptionist (granted)
F*ck on you good, I’m a specialist (ooh)
Chain on Mount Everest (ooh)
No daps for a fake one (ooh)
Come around when the days fun
No story, they’ll make one
Cellphones on silent
Whole life on private
This the 88 Wise men
Shit here’s not vibrant
Everytime that my phone ring
It’s a Japanese or red bone ting
Think she thicker than the codeine
But it’s more stress that I don’t need
I got shit that I don’t need
Don’t ask, don’t say please
Don’t smile, don’t say cheese
Tear away with the Suede 3
Yeah, tear away with the Suede 3
Yeah, and one with the fade three, swoosh
People throw shade then they act like they don’t know where to find me
‘Cause they know who’s standing behind me
Heisman shawty, yeah, I just won the Heisman
I’ma hit the Heisman on you, nigga, I’m the Heisman
Heisman shawty, yeah, I just won the Heisman
I’ma hit the Heisman on you, nigga, I’m the Heisman
Heisman shawty, yeah, I just won the Heisman
I’ma hit the Heisman on you, nigga, I’m the Heisman
And my niggas all playing linemen