$wangThi$Way (Bonus)
Uhu
Uhu
Uhu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
We got a Mac-11, it's a golden one
Yeah and I got cute Shawty but she on one
Hittin' that good good, know the fuck we on
Good old chest pain til' the sun up
Aint worried bout a bitch, I'm getting my funds up
But I aint gon' lie, I love when she show some
I throw her some bands and now she gon' drop some
But if she fuck around, I keep my tummy tucked
Yeah, but if she fuck around, get her face licked
Lil bitch gon see the matrix if she hoeing out like a lame bitch
Like what?
Yeah, don't turn off that location
I don't trust hoes, they ain't shit
But that pussy got me so anxious
Niggas so anxious when I'm around
Cus' his lil bitch want me to lay her down
When I see bro Imma lay him down
Bink bink bink
I'm on a damn heat streak
I'm off the pack, no sleep
It ain't no joking about it
Get chipped, I'll corrode him about it
Not untouchable, but trust, you gone get rushed if you gone try
Eat my nut, then eat my dust, you gets no trust if it's not mine
I cannot hang with no nigga that's talking bout niggas, that gossip shit is odd
I cannot hang with these niggas, I know they're not ready to ride when shit get hot
Come for my green get turned into a vegetable
Nigga whack me he next ain't no arresting you
Hoes like "D you the best and fuck who question you"
Everybody gone be pressed when they can't get next to you
All the haters gone be pressed when they can't get next to you
Everybody gone be pressed when they-
All these niggas gone be pressed when they can't get next to you
All the hoes gone be pressed-
Good old chest pain til the sun up
Aint worried bout a bitch, I'm getting my funds up
But I aint gon' lie, I love when she show some
I throw her some bands and now she gon' drop some
But if she fuck around, I keep my tummy tucked
But if she fuck around, get her face licked
Lil bitch gon see the matrix if she hoeing out like a-
What? Yeah
Don't turn off that location
I don't trust hoes, they ain't shit
But that pussy got me so anxious
Bag just came in
So the pack just came in
Tryna ball like I'm at the rim
I want green diamonds like a sim
And she love me cause I make her limp
Pockets full of green, lungs full of hemp
Turn a city girl into a simp
Good dick make a bitch check her temp
Nigga my name should be on blimps
Say something boy get blitzed
Oh, say something nigga I'm tripping
We can end this shit quick
She wanna swing to me
She wanna swing to me
She wanna swing this way
She wanna swing to me
She wanna swing this way
Swing this way
Swang this way
We swangin' that way
Hit the other side
I bang it in your face
2 shots to ya face
Oh man, what he say?
Yeah, swang the left side
Swang the right side
Pull up right beside the curb
Then pull out the driveway
I know I'm on your mind
Lil shawty always wildin'
Can't hang with the squad
Cause you know she trifling
Back in the booth with some pack and the truth
Had my name in his mouth made him swallow his tooth
Size 15, I bet her new nigga won't ever fit in my shoes
I been clean, since I was a lil nigga, bitch, since 2002
I been cold, I make niggas sick like achoo when I walk in the room
Smoking on Doja, beating up cat
Hit my roach might never come back
Hate these niggas like Durk hate rats
Bet your brother wanna get you whacked
Yeah bitch, I'm fly like LAX
Smoking on that shit relaxing
You don't want that shit, relax
Back up on my shit, relapsing
Uhu
Uhu
Uhu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uhu
Uhu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
We got a Mac-11, it's a golden one
Yeah and I got cute Shawty but she on one
Hittin' that good good, know the fuck we on
Good old chest pain til' the sun up
Aint worried bout a bitch, I'm getting my funds up
But I aint gon' lie, I love when she show some
I throw her some bands and now she gon' drop some
But if she fuck around, I keep my tummy tucked
Yeah, but if she fuck around, get her face licked
Lil bitch gon see the matrix if she hoeing out like a lame bitch
Like what?
Yeah, don't turn off that location
I don't trust hoes, they ain't shit
But that pussy got me so anxious
Niggas so anxious when I'm around
Cus' his lil bitch want me to lay her down
When I see bro Imma lay him down
Bink bink bink
I'm on a damn heat streak
I'm off the pack, no sleep
It ain't no joking about it
Get chipped, I'll corrode him about it
Not untouchable, but trust, you gone get rushed if you gone try
Eat my nut, then eat my dust, you gets no trust if it's not mine
I cannot hang with no nigga that's talking bout niggas, that gossip shit is odd
I cannot hang with these niggas, I know they're not ready to ride when shit get hot
Come for my green get turned into a vegetable
Nigga whack me he next ain't no arresting you
Hoes like "D you the best and fuck who question you"
Everybody gone be pressed when they can't get next to you
All the haters gone be pressed when they can't get next to you
Everybody gone be pressed when they-
All these niggas gone be pressed when they can't get next to you
All the hoes gone be pressed-
Good old chest pain til the sun up
Aint worried bout a bitch, I'm getting my funds up
But I aint gon' lie, I love when she show some
I throw her some bands and now she gon' drop some
But if she fuck around, I keep my tummy tucked
But if she fuck around, get her face licked
Lil bitch gon see the matrix if she hoeing out like a-
What? Yeah
Don't turn off that location
I don't trust hoes, they ain't shit
But that pussy got me so anxious
Bag just came in
So the pack just came in
Tryna ball like I'm at the rim
I want green diamonds like a sim
And she love me cause I make her limp
Pockets full of green, lungs full of hemp
Turn a city girl into a simp
Good dick make a bitch check her temp
Nigga my name should be on blimps
Say something boy get blitzed
Oh, say something nigga I'm tripping
We can end this shit quick
She wanna swing to me
She wanna swing to me
She wanna swing this way
She wanna swing to me
She wanna swing this way
Swing this way
Swang this way
We swangin' that way
Hit the other side
I bang it in your face
2 shots to ya face
Oh man, what he say?
Yeah, swang the left side
Swang the right side
Pull up right beside the curb
Then pull out the driveway
I know I'm on your mind
Lil shawty always wildin'
Can't hang with the squad
Cause you know she trifling
Back in the booth with some pack and the truth
Had my name in his mouth made him swallow his tooth
Size 15, I bet her new nigga won't ever fit in my shoes
I been clean, since I was a lil nigga, bitch, since 2002
I been cold, I make niggas sick like achoo when I walk in the room
Smoking on Doja, beating up cat
Hit my roach might never come back
Hate these niggas like Durk hate rats
Bet your brother wanna get you whacked
Yeah bitch, I'm fly like LAX
Smoking on that shit relaxing
You don't want that shit, relax
Back up on my shit, relapsing
Uhu
Uhu
Uhu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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