W Hotel (feat. Toosii)

Yeah
I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo
Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando

But bae, I miss the bando, and I don't miss you
Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol
So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me?
Nowadays, these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me

Where's the excitement? She take the thrill out of it
I can't take no disrespect, you know we kill 'bout it
I'ma make it big, if I had, I put my kids on it
Last night hit the bar with her, she make a deal 'bout it
Loyalty over dishonor, this ain't no diss song
Fuck around, put my chains on her, then get her lips done

I quit drinking alcohol, look what it does to me
Tired taking bitches home from the club just to have fun with me
She keep saying she done with me, then she keep callin' me
She keep wanting to talk, shut the fuck up, bitch, and gargle me
I stop wasting time, I put more time in my artistry

Cut her off, now she ain't shit to me, now that's the boss in me
We so on and off woah, it's like a PlayStation
See, all this money and time feel like I'm wasting it
I wanna go back to the time when I just lay in it
Now I just hit it and go, don't bother tapping it

I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin' used to wear Kenzo
Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando

Pull up and shoot out the whip
All of my niggas together, we used to share clothes, so I ain't never needed a bitch
She wanna meet at the W, I send security, I'm at the top floor
Know she a ten out of ten, every girl that I hit, they be hotter than pot roast
I gotta keep me a 30, I been ridin' dirty, that just what the Glock hold
I never drink up with brodie, I know that he leanin' right off of the wok though

Yeah, I'm with Pressa and pressure
Two geeks in the lab like Dexter
New Rolls-Royce, it's electric Spectre
Put me all on my feels, won't text her

Ay, Pressa (yo, Crodie)
Yeah, I'm at the top of the W, I got some hoes tryna link with the homies
I am not saving a ho, everyone gotta go, I'm not Toosii the goalie
Used to take my lil' meds straight to the head when I feel lonely

I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin' used to wear Kenzo
Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando

But bae, I miss the bando, and I don't miss you
Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol
So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me?
Nowadays, these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me
Nowadays, these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me
Nowadays, these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me