Wewos (feat. Wishy)
Uh, uh
Blllllttt!...Aye!...Woah
I'm sipping on Moonshine not no syrup
That's on blood these bitches irra-
That's a real nigga in my mirror
I'm tryna get rich and fly to Europe
I can move 100 pounds in a Ac-ura
Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Aye
Just gimme two summers I'm dropping the top
See I got them bands but I want a lot
What's in my pocket I keep me a knot
They know I'm a dog but I'm swiper the fox
I don't do the wrestling nigga lets box
You whip out a knife I whip out a glock
Say she got the WAP but I want the gwap
Bitch keep yo pussy I just want the top
Go sell yo pussy, go fuck on my opp
As soon he pull up, we make him a dead Bro
But I can not beef wit none of y'all niggas,
Y'all really be dead broke
I'm facing a wood, it's stuffed with yo nigga
It look like a egg roll, Uh
You run up on me ima aim for yo head Hoe!
If I don't wanna do it, then I get his ass gone for a Wewo
Ayeee, Ayeee
Aye, hold on, hold on
Aye Hurk come hop on this shit man
Yeah!...Bllllltt
Uh, Uh, Uh
You know what the fuck Poppin man
Brodie Macck man
These niggas be cappin like new era
I give her some dick when she start bein irra-
Blinded myself when I looked in the mirror
I had that gold on my body, like Emperor
Strong odor on me, no this ain't vinegar
Wrapping and rolling the gas of the Indica
Oouu, Oouu, Oouu, Oouu, Oouu
Ima enter her, sleep when I finish her
Like a belt, gotta keep that on my waistline
Yea ima dog, but don't fuck with the K-9
Go back to kindergarten thinking it's playtime
Grill em' up, Olive Garden, Fish Filet time
Yea I got it cocked, but I can box
Bitch ima Blood if you like it or not
Might throw up a B when I walk in the spot
You the type of nigga that be talking a lot
Heard you the type of nigga that be stalking a thot
He wasn't worth shit, niggas auctioned him out
She know what to do, got me all in her mouth
Remember days blowin' big dope all in the house
Had packs, had straps all in the house
It was me and KeyGlo, put both of us out
Bounced back, working with large amounts
Not a trapper, I just broke down a ounce
Blllllttt!...Aye!...Woah
I'm sipping on Moonshine not no syrup
That's on blood these bitches irra-
That's a real nigga in my mirror
I'm tryna get rich and fly to Europe
I can move 100 pounds in a Ac-ura
Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Aye
Just gimme two summers I'm dropping the top
See I got them bands but I want a lot
What's in my pocket I keep me a knot
They know I'm a dog but I'm swiper the fox
I don't do the wrestling nigga lets box
You whip out a knife I whip out a glock
Say she got the WAP but I want the gwap
Bitch keep yo pussy I just want the top
Go sell yo pussy, go fuck on my opp
As soon he pull up, we make him a dead Bro
But I can not beef wit none of y'all niggas,
Y'all really be dead broke
I'm facing a wood, it's stuffed with yo nigga
It look like a egg roll, Uh
You run up on me ima aim for yo head Hoe!
If I don't wanna do it, then I get his ass gone for a Wewo
Ayeee, Ayeee
Aye, hold on, hold on
Aye Hurk come hop on this shit man
Yeah!...Bllllltt
Uh, Uh, Uh
You know what the fuck Poppin man
Brodie Macck man
These niggas be cappin like new era
I give her some dick when she start bein irra-
Blinded myself when I looked in the mirror
I had that gold on my body, like Emperor
Strong odor on me, no this ain't vinegar
Wrapping and rolling the gas of the Indica
Oouu, Oouu, Oouu, Oouu, Oouu
Ima enter her, sleep when I finish her
Like a belt, gotta keep that on my waistline
Yea ima dog, but don't fuck with the K-9
Go back to kindergarten thinking it's playtime
Grill em' up, Olive Garden, Fish Filet time
Yea I got it cocked, but I can box
Bitch ima Blood if you like it or not
Might throw up a B when I walk in the spot
You the type of nigga that be talking a lot
Heard you the type of nigga that be stalking a thot
He wasn't worth shit, niggas auctioned him out
She know what to do, got me all in her mouth
Remember days blowin' big dope all in the house
Had packs, had straps all in the house
It was me and KeyGlo, put both of us out
Bounced back, working with large amounts
Not a trapper, I just broke down a ounce
Credits
Writer(s): Jesus Tejada
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