Wildwest
Ay! bro can you play that song that goes like-
You mean this one?
Yeah I need you to play that one that go like, you know-
Yuh, Yuh
Ay, Ay
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Woah,
Put me to the test
You can't afford to be the best
It feels like it's the wildwest
I'm putting 40 to your chest
If you dare to be my guest
I'll put your ho ass right to rest
I ain't finna go and spit
Unless you go ahead, invest
They like
Deekay
Please babe
I got your song on replay
All they do is talk
Man it really sound so cliche
Everyday
I said I'm really getting paid (uh)
Full of yourself
Why you wonder how much I weigh
Red and blue lights if you really started testing me
Really got this heat if you really want the recipe
If you want to fight, you won't ever get the best of me
You corny, goofy ho, you prolly think that I'm your enemy
Guess I put in every single chip I got
Never trust a Ho and I will never trust a thot
Speaking on my name I might just end up on your spot
Straight up end your plot if you just hear a single knock
Guess they really hate it when I spit
If you want a tip
You might wanna go and duck these clips
Gamble with my life I guess I'm putting in my chips
Let me lay it out for you the way this money strip
Kill 'em in this four or five minutes
She ain't like no shrimp so imma give her all my digits
If you wanna test my homies better go and spin it
Open your mouth imma give it in a minute
You mean this one?
Yeah I need you to play that one that go like, you know-
Yuh, Yuh
Ay, Ay
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Woah,
Put me to the test
You can't afford to be the best
It feels like it's the wildwest
I'm putting 40 to your chest
If you dare to be my guest
I'll put your ho ass right to rest
I ain't finna go and spit
Unless you go ahead, invest
They like
Deekay
Please babe
I got your song on replay
All they do is talk
Man it really sound so cliche
Everyday
I said I'm really getting paid (uh)
Full of yourself
Why you wonder how much I weigh
Red and blue lights if you really started testing me
Really got this heat if you really want the recipe
If you want to fight, you won't ever get the best of me
You corny, goofy ho, you prolly think that I'm your enemy
Guess I put in every single chip I got
Never trust a Ho and I will never trust a thot
Speaking on my name I might just end up on your spot
Straight up end your plot if you just hear a single knock
Guess they really hate it when I spit
If you want a tip
You might wanna go and duck these clips
Gamble with my life I guess I'm putting in my chips
Let me lay it out for you the way this money strip
Kill 'em in this four or five minutes
She ain't like no shrimp so imma give her all my digits
If you wanna test my homies better go and spin it
Open your mouth imma give it in a minute
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Writer(s): Dylan Kaeckell
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