Wolf, Pt. 1
Yeah it's on tag along let's make a song
I'm with the top echelon getting warmed
Left the crib without the mask and caught the covid
In the crib rapping circles around this beats like an orbit
I see a comment from Elizabeth
But at least I bet all of my coins them then recollect
My verses gat option so please select
Bars and every flavor you can't reject
A written testimony like Jay elect
Test Emoney and Kcee
Will easy money snipe you like KD
Play D like I'm KG
Look how far that I done came without a navi
And Colmorn stressing me 'bout route planning
Back to these rats when I say I'm the best it's just facts
It's me myself and I cook in the stu these fire tracks
This is my house, I'm home alone
Kevin McCallister men who on the phone
Lames hit my line I don't pick up the phone
Pockets empty man you need a loan
You don't equal me so lower your tone
Bitch nigga with two x of chromosomes
I hear your tsiups and never get blown
Your shit bore me just leave me alone
You nigga gon' have to jump me or get whooped with this cord
They ganged up to pull me tir a la corde
They write checks that they ass can't afford
I box with all both home and abroad
I'm with the top echelon getting warmed
Left the crib without the mask and caught the covid
In the crib rapping circles around this beats like an orbit
I see a comment from Elizabeth
But at least I bet all of my coins them then recollect
My verses gat option so please select
Bars and every flavor you can't reject
A written testimony like Jay elect
Test Emoney and Kcee
Will easy money snipe you like KD
Play D like I'm KG
Look how far that I done came without a navi
And Colmorn stressing me 'bout route planning
Back to these rats when I say I'm the best it's just facts
It's me myself and I cook in the stu these fire tracks
This is my house, I'm home alone
Kevin McCallister men who on the phone
Lames hit my line I don't pick up the phone
Pockets empty man you need a loan
You don't equal me so lower your tone
Bitch nigga with two x of chromosomes
I hear your tsiups and never get blown
Your shit bore me just leave me alone
You nigga gon' have to jump me or get whooped with this cord
They ganged up to pull me tir a la corde
They write checks that they ass can't afford
I box with all both home and abroad
Credits
Writer(s): Derick Edube
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