W.Y.A.W.Y.T
Shwiggty Shwagg what's in the bag
When i was a young pup i was young thug
Never really had any body to look up blood
I've stayed fucked up while i showed no love
Accustomed to the Gang shit that I was raised on
Smoking and I'm drinking just to function
To be honest never attracted to that bum shit
Like a Muslim nigga i be about my profit nigga
Money making always been the logic in the concept
Walk inside this bitty bitches be showing me titties
Talk to your bitch and give her ass a fucking quickie
They said Send her as home satisfied and fucking happy
But I just fuckin sent her home with her face slimy and sticky
This the glimpse of a pimp and aint never been a Simp
So why the fuck are you talking all this shit
Don't you know I carry clips All my dogs in this bitch
And they bark before they bite so you know we killing it
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so i don't feel a thing
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so I don't feel a thing
Devil cursed me with angels gold medals like perk angle
I'm feeling way to saucy while you looking oh so hateful
This MIE if this was wrestling it be the greatest stable
It's just two of us team 3d put yo ass through a table
Rick flair wooo with this character
La Flair drip while they fucking stair at us
Niggas out here fucking scared of us
They twice before they ever wanna cross us
These hands go up and you gone catch a molly whop
My body count go up while your fucking body drop
This is Like a freight train i don't think Ima stop
This is AZ- tech Bay Bay and i be getting guap
I'm moving solo Dolo i only talk dinero
Grew some fucking horns and lost my fucking halo
This shit is fucking hard but this is what I paid for
Sorry momma but yo son playing with the fucking devil
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so i don't feel a thing
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so I don't feel a thing
When i was a young pup i was young thug
Never really had any body to look up blood
I've stayed fucked up while i showed no love
Accustomed to the Gang shit that I was raised on
Smoking and I'm drinking just to function
To be honest never attracted to that bum shit
Like a Muslim nigga i be about my profit nigga
Money making always been the logic in the concept
Walk inside this bitty bitches be showing me titties
Talk to your bitch and give her ass a fucking quickie
They said Send her as home satisfied and fucking happy
But I just fuckin sent her home with her face slimy and sticky
This the glimpse of a pimp and aint never been a Simp
So why the fuck are you talking all this shit
Don't you know I carry clips All my dogs in this bitch
And they bark before they bite so you know we killing it
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so i don't feel a thing
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so I don't feel a thing
Devil cursed me with angels gold medals like perk angle
I'm feeling way to saucy while you looking oh so hateful
This MIE if this was wrestling it be the greatest stable
It's just two of us team 3d put yo ass through a table
Rick flair wooo with this character
La Flair drip while they fucking stair at us
Niggas out here fucking scared of us
They twice before they ever wanna cross us
These hands go up and you gone catch a molly whop
My body count go up while your fucking body drop
This is Like a freight train i don't think Ima stop
This is AZ- tech Bay Bay and i be getting guap
I'm moving solo Dolo i only talk dinero
Grew some fucking horns and lost my fucking halo
This shit is fucking hard but this is what I paid for
Sorry momma but yo son playing with the fucking devil
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so i don't feel a thing
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
Where you at, what you think
I be sipping on some codeine so I don't feel a thing
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Writer(s): Juan Pintor
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