Wolfing (feat. LudCJayy & BBEMelly)
All that shit these niggas doing
They do that shit for clout
But when they see me in public
They be quiet like a mouse
Talkin about we go link up later
Nah let's do that shit right now
Hands or guns
Nigga pick your poison lay your ass out
On the curb, gasping for some air
And begging for your life
Can't believe this nigga really tried to stab me wit a knife
Got to close that shit ain't happen
Aim that glock wit a green light
Pick him up
He need a stretcher
Niggas really tried to fight
Bitch I'm your sensei bitch no master
Tryna preach to these niggas no pastor
Little bitch ride my dick go faster
If I fucked your bitch I didn't ask her
On my way to the top like nasa
Man this fame shi need to come faster
Though he seen a ghost no casper
Pop out that cut wit the pump no asthma
Foe nem spin the block FMJ
Disaster
All I did was fuck his main bitch
Then I pasted her
Pussy nigga mad I don't play no actor
Pull up like dame then we shoot no raptor
C8 press the gas to the floor go faster
King of this shit
Bow down to your master
12 gage shotty to the head go scatter
Put em on his back all he need is a pastor
Wolfing on the net
I don't play wit the social
Ion even talk to you niggas not social
Go drop your loc since u tough we mobile
Knock you off the map
Then we head to the coastal
Hottest out the Mo Underrated
We local
Imma wait my turn soon or later we global
All they do is talk for some clout
Not phased
Won't waste my breath won't use my vocals (Gang!)
All that shit these niggas doing
They do that shit for clout
But when they see me in public
They be quiet like a mouse
Talkin about we go link up later
Nah let's do that shit right now
Hands or guns
Nigga pick your poison lay your ass out
On the curb, gasping for some air
And begging for your life
Can't believe this nigga really tried to stab me wit a knife
Got to close that shit ain't happen
Aim that glock wit a green light
Pick him up
He need a stretcher
Niggas really tried to fight
Like Ace I'm yelling who I smoke
Why niggas hating but they broke
Like Reese I hit you in the throat
Not just because
Bout what you spoke
Stunning on these niggas tryna see how I live
Fast cars big chain
Can't forget about the crib
Main always pocket watching tryna see what imma give
Don't try to backdoor cuz I bet you won't live
Bitch
Bet that nigga got dropped
.45 with a read dot
Bitch got a cooler kit it'll never stop
Your bitch she a shooter
India wit a glock
Ain't shit til one my niggas get touched
If you fuck wit BBE
You get smokes like a dutch
All they do is talk shit but we never get touched
And fuck tyrese hop he go bankrupt
All that shit these niggas doing
They do that shit for clout
But when they see me in public
They be quiet like a mouse
Talkin about we go link up later
Nah let's do that shit right now
Hands or guns
Nigga pick your poison lay your ass out
On the curb, gasping for some air
And begging for your life
Can't believe this nigga really tried to stab me wit a knife
Got to close that shit ain't happen
Aim that glock wit a green light
Pick him up
He need a stretcher
Niggas really tried to fight
Like Ace I'm yelling who I smoke
Why niggas hating but they broke
Like Reese I hit you in the throat
Not just because
Bout what you spoke
Stunning on these niggas tryna see how I live
Fast cars big chain
Can't forget about the crib
Main always pocket watching tryna see what imma give
Don't try to backdoor cuz I bet you won't live
Bitch!
They do that shit for clout
But when they see me in public
They be quiet like a mouse
Talkin about we go link up later
Nah let's do that shit right now
Hands or guns
Nigga pick your poison lay your ass out
On the curb, gasping for some air
And begging for your life
Can't believe this nigga really tried to stab me wit a knife
Got to close that shit ain't happen
Aim that glock wit a green light
Pick him up
He need a stretcher
Niggas really tried to fight
Bitch I'm your sensei bitch no master
Tryna preach to these niggas no pastor
Little bitch ride my dick go faster
If I fucked your bitch I didn't ask her
On my way to the top like nasa
Man this fame shi need to come faster
Though he seen a ghost no casper
Pop out that cut wit the pump no asthma
Foe nem spin the block FMJ
Disaster
All I did was fuck his main bitch
Then I pasted her
Pussy nigga mad I don't play no actor
Pull up like dame then we shoot no raptor
C8 press the gas to the floor go faster
King of this shit
Bow down to your master
12 gage shotty to the head go scatter
Put em on his back all he need is a pastor
Wolfing on the net
I don't play wit the social
Ion even talk to you niggas not social
Go drop your loc since u tough we mobile
Knock you off the map
Then we head to the coastal
Hottest out the Mo Underrated
We local
Imma wait my turn soon or later we global
All they do is talk for some clout
Not phased
Won't waste my breath won't use my vocals (Gang!)
All that shit these niggas doing
They do that shit for clout
But when they see me in public
They be quiet like a mouse
Talkin about we go link up later
Nah let's do that shit right now
Hands or guns
Nigga pick your poison lay your ass out
On the curb, gasping for some air
And begging for your life
Can't believe this nigga really tried to stab me wit a knife
Got to close that shit ain't happen
Aim that glock wit a green light
Pick him up
He need a stretcher
Niggas really tried to fight
Like Ace I'm yelling who I smoke
Why niggas hating but they broke
Like Reese I hit you in the throat
Not just because
Bout what you spoke
Stunning on these niggas tryna see how I live
Fast cars big chain
Can't forget about the crib
Main always pocket watching tryna see what imma give
Don't try to backdoor cuz I bet you won't live
Bitch
Bet that nigga got dropped
.45 with a read dot
Bitch got a cooler kit it'll never stop
Your bitch she a shooter
India wit a glock
Ain't shit til one my niggas get touched
If you fuck wit BBE
You get smokes like a dutch
All they do is talk shit but we never get touched
And fuck tyrese hop he go bankrupt
All that shit these niggas doing
They do that shit for clout
But when they see me in public
They be quiet like a mouse
Talkin about we go link up later
Nah let's do that shit right now
Hands or guns
Nigga pick your poison lay your ass out
On the curb, gasping for some air
And begging for your life
Can't believe this nigga really tried to stab me wit a knife
Got to close that shit ain't happen
Aim that glock wit a green light
Pick him up
He need a stretcher
Niggas really tried to fight
Like Ace I'm yelling who I smoke
Why niggas hating but they broke
Like Reese I hit you in the throat
Not just because
Bout what you spoke
Stunning on these niggas tryna see how I live
Fast cars big chain
Can't forget about the crib
Main always pocket watching tryna see what imma give
Don't try to backdoor cuz I bet you won't live
Bitch!
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Writer(s): Charles Moss
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