WOLVES (feat. Buddha Shawty & GRIMM999)
Check, yeah
I got the wolf pack with me and we hungry
Yeah you know that we ain't waiting for no stimmy check
They be wishing like they name was timmy turner got a burner in the back
But they ain't got no fucking money stacked
So where you finna go?
Down the street with all the homies smoking indica
Thinking that you so high but you really stuck
Got you scrolling through the phone wishing you was us
Get a life outside social media
And get ya money up
I know you had it rough
Ain't no excuse to be a fucking bum
I know they be getting sidetracked
Thinking they could bypass
End up paying for it later like a fucking I-Pass
A hard pill for you to digest
I think it's time for you to digress
Yeah, and I don't mean no fucking side-step
Sweep under the rug shoulder shrugging me like "i guess"
Yeah
This a mindset
And you ain't got no fucking time left
Yo, yo
Yo it's the heavyweight champ
Tyson vs Holyfield
The way you biting at my style the shit is overkill
Yo shit is over fabricated
My shit legendary
Your run is shorter than the month of fucking February
Crashing down one thousand pounds of pressure from the top rope
Got you tip toeing round the section like a tight rope
You need a team to write your shit
I do this with my eyes closed
Eyes low from all the weed smoke in the room
This shit forever like a fashion house
Yo shit like fashion nova
By the time I'm done with this your career passing over
You can tell the passion in this shit
It sound like acid when I spit
Feel like Abraham putting a fucking stab into this shit
I'm in a class of my own
There is no average in this shit
Yeah I'm really alone
There is no competition
When young shawty start to spit
So just go ahead and put that lame shit in ya whip
Yeah
Im with the Wolves
Im with the Wolves
Im with the Wolves
We wish you would
Im with the Wolves
I be running with the Wolves
And I wish that you would
Cause you wish that you could
Run with the Wolves
Run with the Wolves
But you can't though
You can't handle
Running with the Wolves
I got the wolf pack with me and we hungry
Yeah you know that we ain't waiting for no stimmy check
They be wishing like they name was timmy turner got a burner in the back
But they ain't got no fucking money stacked
So where you finna go?
Down the street with all the homies smoking indica
Thinking that you so high but you really stuck
Got you scrolling through the phone wishing you was us
Get a life outside social media
And get ya money up
I know you had it rough
Ain't no excuse to be a fucking bum
I know they be getting sidetracked
Thinking they could bypass
End up paying for it later like a fucking I-Pass
A hard pill for you to digest
I think it's time for you to digress
Yeah, and I don't mean no fucking side-step
Sweep under the rug shoulder shrugging me like "i guess"
Yeah
This a mindset
And you ain't got no fucking time left
Yo, yo
Yo it's the heavyweight champ
Tyson vs Holyfield
The way you biting at my style the shit is overkill
Yo shit is over fabricated
My shit legendary
Your run is shorter than the month of fucking February
Crashing down one thousand pounds of pressure from the top rope
Got you tip toeing round the section like a tight rope
You need a team to write your shit
I do this with my eyes closed
Eyes low from all the weed smoke in the room
This shit forever like a fashion house
Yo shit like fashion nova
By the time I'm done with this your career passing over
You can tell the passion in this shit
It sound like acid when I spit
Feel like Abraham putting a fucking stab into this shit
I'm in a class of my own
There is no average in this shit
Yeah I'm really alone
There is no competition
When young shawty start to spit
So just go ahead and put that lame shit in ya whip
Yeah
Im with the Wolves
Im with the Wolves
Im with the Wolves
We wish you would
Im with the Wolves
I be running with the Wolves
And I wish that you would
Cause you wish that you could
Run with the Wolves
Run with the Wolves
But you can't though
You can't handle
Running with the Wolves
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Ramirez, Jordan Willey, Richard Montiel
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