Wya wyo

Where you at what you on Tell me what you need, I got it all, just got it in my phone Been on my grind know it's my time I know I'm born to ball We too close to be in some beef, why you don't answer calls You supposed to be in the streets, why you gon' talk to law You don't mean nothin', now you gon' tell it all Know it's my young he sellin' fentanyl Been in these streets all day, all night I need some Adderall Tell me is it really I know it's fake that shit be killing me Yeah he part the team and shit to go and kill for free See im winnin', they ain't feelin' me, they Out here envy' me They see Red rum, they might call a penalty Country boy, know I'm out here runnin' through these cornfields Money up I can't have a hunnid, I need more mils Finesse a bitch, havin' on the road, sellin' cornmeal On the road till I hear labels saying 4 mill In the city, I feel comfortable from the north still Bro a feind feel like a demon off of four pills He gon' leave a flat, yeah, yeah, call him tortilla Pull a Panoramic, I don't know, boys hate me here Pull a Panoramic, I don't know, boys hate me here Oh yeah, where you at what you on Tell me what you need, I got it all, just gotta hit my phone Been on my grind I been on time I know I'm born to ball We to close to be in some beef why you don't answer calls You supposed to be in the streets, why you gon' talk to law You don't mean nothin', now you gon' tell it all Know it's my young, he selling fentanyl Been in these streets all day, all night, I need some adderall