Wyant de Mayo

Yeah
Shout out to my Z
Yeah
Fuck what you gone do nigga This what Ima do
Yeah
Prophet Trappin
Yeah

Pour my soul out like the Remy On the 4th of Ju
Roll my splif up and get lifted Fuck what you gone do
Count the money twice and split It that's what ima do
Put all yo eggs in one basket they Gone crack on you
Pour my soul out like the Henny On Wyant de Mayo
Roll my Mota get lifted I'm Senior El Honcho
Count Dinero twice and split it With yoself my nigga
If I don't do nothing else
Just know that Ima get it

Pour my soul out like the Remy On the 4th of Ju
Roll my splif up and get lifted And profess these scriptures
Count the money twice and split It with myself my nigga
The hunnits get put away along With them fifties
Spend the twenties tuck the tens We grit for the dollaz
And watch for imposters
The glizzy is cocky
That's 1 up top Ahky
Sloppy I can't move that way
I'm cut from a different blade
Kalonge Sizzla play
As I smoke from a pound of Grapes
You know the code ground and Grow
Down the road
Thinking bout my dawg At lake Ivanhoe
Smoking from the boat dock
Neva leave the house in flip flops
I see that's some Florida shit
But I ain't no Florida Jit
I'm a Midwest lunatic

Pour my soul out like the Remy On the 4th of Ju
Roll my splif up and get lifted fuck what you gone do
Count the money twice and split It that's what ima do
Put all yo eggs in one basket they Gone crack on you
Pour my soul out like the Henny On Wyant de Mayo
Roll my Mota get lifted I'm Senior El Honcho
Count Dinero twice and split it With yoself my nigga
If I don't do nothing else
Just know that I'ma get it

Told my daddy watch over me yo Son gone get it
Taking puffs of pressure looking At yo pictures
May 5 took both of my OGs
I don't drink
But surely I'm rolling up OG
I Left my heart on the curb in the Trenches
No love lost
Bendin corners
With my eyes on my riches
It's Love dawg
I can't pretend with a hoe
If it ain't real then it ain't right
I can't argue I can't fight
You complain that shit ain't right
When you just mad about your Life
Fix some things and make em Right
Gotta keep yo hustle tight baby
I can't fuck round with that lazy
You gone end up paying me
Before you end up playing me
Betta get some coins at D&B
Kenny Red my Inner G

Pour my soul out like the Remy On the 4th of Ju
Roll my splif up and get lifted Fuck what you gone do
Count the money twice and split It that's what ima do
Put all yo eggs in one basket they Gone crack on you
Pour my soul out like the Henny On Wyant de Mayo
Roll my Mota get lifted I'm Senior El Honcho
Count Dinero twice and split it With yoself my nigga
If I don't do nothing else
Just know that I'ma get it



Credits
Writer(s): Demitrious Rayvon Wyant
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