Wasabi Wolf, Pt. 2
Wait, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah Wasabi Wolf part two
This shit just run in my veigns, you must've thought it was a game
I got that wasabi walk, wasabi talk, Wasabi Wolf the second part
You gone need a second heart, cause this where you gone get them bars
I aint even tryna judge, we got arms like open hugs
No I don't think I'm a thug, I just like that AR's touch
She on my stick like a clutch, told her meet me at the inn
I'm bout to go David Ruff, bitch put them temptations up
Five heartbeats wouldn't be enough, tat on my side say no love
Please don't call after we fuck, call me dear, I'm bout to buck
You aint fuckin with me, give me some Henny you take the Remy
Yo girl sip it with me, we buck the party get extra gnarly
Her head bob no Marley, give me a rarri with slender body
We gone keep it sleek I'm the fuckin wolf, where the fuckin sheep
Light you up like Christmas trees, light you like I light a blunt
You get chewed to pieces boy, you candy a box of runts
We don't box we bag you up, like you groceries in the trunk
Gucci gang I'm Vosse Pump, I stand out just like a lump
Bust her like a bump then I bump her off we ain't nothin at all
I hit up my wolf got her in her jaws fore she even fall
I don't like the law system fuckin flaw on my rebel shit
You up in my trunk like some circus nuts to an elephants
You can't fuck with me cause I fucked the game now I'm celibate
Know we got that gas I'm a smoke it no I ain't selling shit
My wave on Poseidon you niggas better start bailing shit
We brought plenty money in case we gotta post bail and shit
Fuck yo neighborhood we pull up and wake up the residence
Yo girl like to swallow after she pop all her medicine
We kick it like crickets then I'm a stick it like shish kabobs
Please stay off my dick that's yo bitches job tired of telling yall
Bloodstone all up on a nigga I'm the nine god
Look into yo eye see you pussy and get yo mind robbed
Tell em to free Gates I been working boy I got nine jobs
Menace to Society took out the O, I'm 9-dog
New I would be great, in my fate since I turned nine dog
I'm so fuckin wavy its crazy should be a crime dog
All yo niggas snitches, yall bitches swear yall some crime dogs
In Exit 200 got shooters hidden in vines dog
Think yo flow is nasty you bastard this here that Pinesol
This shit just run in my veigns, you must've thought it was a game
I got that wasabi walk, wasabi talk, Wasabi Wolf the second part
You gone need a second heart, cause this where you gone get them bars
I aint even tryna judge, we got arms like open hugs
No I don't think I'm a thug, I just like that AR's touch
She on my stick like a clutch, told her meet me at the inn
I'm bout to go David Ruff, bitch put them temptations up
Five heartbeats wouldn't be enough, tat on my side say no love
Please don't call after we fuck, call me dear, I'm bout to buck
You aint fuckin with me, give me some Henny you take the Remy
Yo girl sip it with me, we buck the party get extra gnarly
Her head bob no Marley, give me a rarri with slender body
We gone keep it sleek I'm the fuckin wolf, where the fuckin sheep
Light you up like Christmas trees, light you like I light a blunt
You get chewed to pieces boy, you candy a box of runts
We don't box we bag you up, like you groceries in the trunk
Gucci gang I'm Vosse Pump, I stand out just like a lump
Bust her like a bump then I bump her off we ain't nothin at all
I hit up my wolf got her in her jaws fore she even fall
I don't like the law system fuckin flaw on my rebel shit
You up in my trunk like some circus nuts to an elephants
You can't fuck with me cause I fucked the game now I'm celibate
Know we got that gas I'm a smoke it no I ain't selling shit
My wave on Poseidon you niggas better start bailing shit
We brought plenty money in case we gotta post bail and shit
Fuck yo neighborhood we pull up and wake up the residence
Yo girl like to swallow after she pop all her medicine
We kick it like crickets then I'm a stick it like shish kabobs
Please stay off my dick that's yo bitches job tired of telling yall
Bloodstone all up on a nigga I'm the nine god
Look into yo eye see you pussy and get yo mind robbed
Tell em to free Gates I been working boy I got nine jobs
Menace to Society took out the O, I'm 9-dog
New I would be great, in my fate since I turned nine dog
I'm so fuckin wavy its crazy should be a crime dog
All yo niggas snitches, yall bitches swear yall some crime dogs
In Exit 200 got shooters hidden in vines dog
Think yo flow is nasty you bastard this here that Pinesol
Credits
Writer(s): Vosse
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