W.U.T

Damn Why is this bitch always acting so pissy I know that she always calling my phone but I can't talk cause i'm busy I got two bad bitches on me imma just call up my twizzy We really having our way nigga and you know that is no kizzy Bitch i'm a vet they on the bench they can't treat me like a rookie No Ian buyin no mids or no lows but I can still f*ck with the cookies I'm in big body truck i'm pushing this bitch like a bully My nigga said that he taking the shot I told my boy just to pull it Look at the scoreboard seeing my name with a hunnid i'm damn near be thinking i'm wilt I'm really grinding for all of this shit look at the tears and the blood that I spilt You could just say i'm the villain I don't give a f*ck I'm never feeling the guilt Five star mafia bitch we the mob look at the shit that we built All of these niggas be acting like bitches somebody pass em a kilt Been in my bag all winter I had to go throw on the ski and the quilt Icy bitch pull up on me and she melt These niggas my sons they get beat with the belt When I lost my bro they don't know what I felt We do not talk see them boys and they dealt I pray to god cause I know she a blessin Roll up a backwood whenever i'm stressin took me some Ls but I learned all my lessons Already fucked on her friends i'm confessing Beam on his head I don't know who he testing Nosey ass bitch always asking me questions Walk with a limp cause the stick got extension We talking bout money i'm paying attention Uh who is you touchin? Quan in the back and I know that he clutchin We making that nigga fly with the dutchman Know I can f*ck I can see that she blushin Throwing back pills you would think that I flushed em These bitches be the line you know I can't trust them Hitting this bitch from the back said she gotta friend told her to bring her a plus one She told me that i'm a heaven sent baby but I stopped going to church No nigga we do not talk to the jakes we put them boys on a search Shit can get tactical nigga creeping outside on the block and we perched We could just bring this shit right to your door niggas think we selling merch I'm mixing up colorful drugs I'm sipping on red and i'm popping a smurf These niggas just tryna copy my wave I hope these niggas can surf I'm not on mars bitch i'm on pluto swear to god i'm leaving earth Escobar bitch you know I am the gleamer I been that nigga since birth Uh who is you touchin? Quan in the back and I know that he clutchin We making that nigga fly with the dutchman Know I can f*ck I can see that she blushin Throwing back pills you would think that I flushed em These bitches be the line you know I can't trust them Hitting this bitch from the back said she gotta friend told her to bring her a plus one