WY Woulda

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90s Babies how we let the soul slip
Right now I could really shed tears
I see the rap game going through a couple of phases woulda
Never thought we'd ever got here
Hear they putting on dresses so I guess
I must address it niggas doing anything to get hears
I aint succin dicc for listens
I be uppin' up the pistol shine the Four in all directions chandeliers
How you do more for your homie than you doing for your girl
But you do it for the likes you're a queer
How you hatin on the comment of a man that's accomplishing
More than you accomplished this year
How you hatin on a woman for digging deeper than you
And you're a grown ass man in the field
How you banging up blood how you reppin loc c's
When your ass been rich since you were sixteen
Used to have to c tough
Pull up knuccle up run hands on sight like yeah
Guess that was alright now it's all about guns cus you niggas can't fight ah yeah
Ain't nobody got talent except two or three rappers we're surviving off hype all year
Niggas say they're independent with record label permission and half of the shit
They're spitting aint parallel to their living
I really come from the bottom like a pots and pans in the kitchen
Want a problem we can get it
From Louisiana to Chislet
I promise I been that nigga since niggas ever been niggas
I'm kiccin' from neutral to first gear
The message always was sendin
The vision was just pending now these records finna drop like tears
When it comes to these bests always on my feet bitch I couldn't slip on banana peels
Flip em' dip em' grill em' cook em'
Keep that forty on my hip yeah
I wish a nigga i woulda
You keep flexing on your Ole' lady
When I press up she gone pull up
I'm from Roe city Louisiana southside to be exact nigga what up
Yeah I'm the captain whoadie
Wassam'n
Started with a hoopty I'm a end up in a phantom
Yall niggas sweeter than a motherfuccin fanta
Your bitch hot and a nigga finna fan her wassam

You niggas can't even rap that's like a chef that can't cook the fucc

Don't be tweeting don't be gramming
Don't be snappin nigga pull up
Keep that 38 baby yeah i wish a nigga woulda
I'm on quila I'm on remy this cup couldn't be no fuller
Touch my brother touch my cousin Ima put you in a pull up
She like men with integrity
And your ass never stood up
Sweet brown honey dip ima marinate and cook her
Bang her right by the compressor call arcade to mix the hook up
Release dougie shoutout ar shizzy jimmy them my hittas shaft smed bok
And world mhg about them sticcs up yeah we're climbing
From the bottom finna go up like some zippers
We're already rich in spirit watch my rapping get us richer hey
Plan ahead our years jot our goals down
We gone list em prayer hands to all our gods and middle fingers to the systems
Flip em dip em grill em cook em
Wy woulda wy woulda