W.Y.A.F

This what you ask for And a nigga carry the Straight shit for you assholes I'm on the dash for it, Honda Accord, ain't Got no back doors Fast forwar , I'm pushing a Ford, wearing some forgiatos Flyer then some Jordan 4s, Only ones I'm Wearing when I'm fucking bitches 4x4 One claiming that she know you and she Know she yours But she rather have Christian, Louis Gucci, Dior. Shit, I been on the run for it She known to duck, straight shots of goose, It'll make her cum for me Like what you want from me? She put that pussy on me Thinking it's gon' get her what she want, bitch, you must be funny That shit ain't happening Bitch, you better take your ass back to the backyard F*ck in the field, I'm in the yard again Rocking Cartier's, Mercedes Benz up in the yard again How the f*ck you poppin' now? You wasn't Poppin' then T had to call pops again, Niggas start to poppin' off, so he had to pop back at them Knew how M was rockin' out, I'm rockin' out For rockin' in He shot 'em in his ass I bet they never poppin' out again I'm in a fast lane, pushing some fast shit down the crash course Camaro running and I'm still pushing it while It's set on tour, Who you sliding for? F*ck you need to ask me for, Who I do it for, and what I do it for, I'm pulling niggas cards, this shit ain't Yu-Gi-Oh Blunt up in the studio, I hit it twice before I hit the flow, looking like Coolio Already fucked her twice before she gave you the go Her pretty pussy, pretty nice, I hit it then I had to go Already had the goat, she already gave the throat, Niggas dying for the smoke, I already had blunts to blow Bitches dying for a link, I already had hoes to ghost She said that pussy all for me, I already been getting soaked This what you ask for, and a nigga carry the straight shit for you assholes I'm on the dash for it, she a lil' whore, play with her back door Fast forward, I'm pushing a cord living like no tomorrow