eway Lyrics – TopOppGen
“eway” is a song in English performed by TopOppGen who claims himself to be the performer, composer, and lyricist. “eway” was released on August 27, 2026, and this song is the complete creation of the artist because TopOppGen is the singer, composer, and lyricist of the song. Participation of TopOppGen in all the aspects of the song creation provides a complete artistic identity and makes it possible to preserve the musical style of the artist throughout the song. The title of the song is rather short and expressive and thus provides the modern and recognizable identity for the song and leaves an opportunity for the listeners to understand the meaning of the song in the lyrics. Being both the composer and the lyricist of the song TopOppGen can have complete control over the direction of the musical and lyrical part of the song. In general, the song is the manifestation of the creativity of the artist who writes lyrics, composes music and sings.
eway Song Info
| Song Information | Details |
|---|---|
| Singer | TopOppGen |
| Composer | TopOppGen |
| Lyrics | TopOppGen |
| Album | — |
| Release | Aug 27, 2026 |
| Language | English |
eway Song Lyrics
She want to go where it’s cold, sleep by a fireplace
We can be put up away from everybody long as I got you safe
Got my money, there ain’t a nigga that’s tryna troll me, so why the fuck they hate?
See him out and pull a cross up off of my list, but I’m not paying
I’m tryna bring out the guys, big black truck, 5% won’t get no ray
I’m off the Adderall, I ain’t got no real sleep in days
Smoking these too long, need a new pack, hit that damn near shape
Say that she don’t lie, she body to body, but I love her shape
I was out of my mind, I told that bitch she can have my children
Tryna heal these vibes, when it comes to it I’m still the villain
She tryna eat at Pipes, get inside, tell her it’s tinted
Yeah, you do shit I don’t like, but I still care about your feelings
Yeah, 6-way ’til I’m dead
Call his mama, say she better get her son before he end up dead
I got blue cheese in my pocket, dollar strip, buy my spread
All them good times and memories replaying in my head
Bring that bag up on all my opps, I know they want me dead
Come try some, know that gun on me, hope you don’t think I’m scared
Shots through the window, make him rip, I bet on feet, make sure you check
I ain’t got my Percs and I’m upset
Lately you treat me like less
Ain’t got to say shit, know I’m a mess
Bro done been on too many drills, this Nike tech need a new set
I want my pockets fat like DJ Khaled, that’s when I feel the best
I got heavy slumming on, she think I’m pressed
I got heavy slumming on, she think I’m pressed
Smoking on the E-way
And my bro spin like a DJ
When we talking, don’t be cliché
I got diamonds in my mouth, baby
She want to go where it’s cold, sleep by a fireplace
We can be put up away from everybody long as I got you safe
Got my money, there ain’t a nigga that’s tryna troll me, so why the fuck they hate?
See him out and pull a cross up off of my list, but I’m not paying
I’m tryna bring out the guys, big black truck, 5% won’t get no ray
I’m off the Adderall, I ain’t got no real sleep in days
Smoking these too long, need a new pack, hit that damn near shape
Say that she don’t lie, she body to body, but I love her shape
eway Song Video
