Wtf [Prod. By Sonny Digital]
I broke down a pound and a half
And sold bout a hundred quaters
And it was all profit
I chumped me a nigga for it
A hundred dollars a Q that
Ten stacks ready to blow it
Another half pound ready to blow it
FUCK IT! I don't need no I promise I'm going through it
Only trying get to it
Be better than me to the homies that I've influenced
I swear you don't really know me
You only know the music
They trying to figure a nigga
Will let's see if I can confuse them
I'm just smoking on this liquor
And sipping on this weed
I had to pop a molly just so I could go to sleep
Ciroc peach with a couple freaks
Wake up in a suite
Blowing swisher sweets
Shake life that right
I been doing this all week
Augghhh!
Just popped down
Can't stand up
Lean got me sitting sideways
WTF!
Just popped down
Can't stand up
Lean got me sitting sideways
WTF!
I'm so fucking throwed
I can't find my keys
Girly on her knees
And I can't make her leave
She so fucking geeked
She wanna do the team
She on a bean
And bout nineteen swishers filled with... OG
Mix Ciroc with the lean
If I drive then I speed
Got them AC Slater muscle cars
And them tires Screech
Skerrrt!
I'm gone
Peel off like a banana
On a yellow bar
A yellow tab
And a duece
In a yellow Fanta
Riding with two straight up killas
Fresh out the slammer
And they crippin'
When they put in work they wear red bandanas
I swear I don't understand em'
But you no wanna see em'
Nigga if I put the G in the right nigga hands
They crime scenes!
I sleep when I count a trillion
Creeping I'm so familiar
Cause I beat till it's over with
Keep the heat cause I'm cold nigga
Squeeze the pistol like it's a controller just to show you
Fuck around and wreck my car if I drive sober
I stay high as gas just so I won't spazz
Don't make me drop a bag on a nigga ass
I heard these niggas mad that I'm getting cash
Them trigger happy niggas with me gone ride
Like it's six flags
I'm with that
I'm bout that
All black when it's pitch black
Hop out that like what's up
I gots to get some get back
I still wish they bring the bricks back
Litia ave. I miss that
So I'm eastside stunting
Took the ice out my drink
And put it where my wrist at
MENTAL WARFARE!
YOU DON'T WANNA GO TO WAR WITH A SOLDIER
MASTER P TOLD YO STUPID ASS THAT BOUT FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Trash Bag Gang!
And sold bout a hundred quaters
And it was all profit
I chumped me a nigga for it
A hundred dollars a Q that
Ten stacks ready to blow it
Another half pound ready to blow it
FUCK IT! I don't need no I promise I'm going through it
Only trying get to it
Be better than me to the homies that I've influenced
I swear you don't really know me
You only know the music
They trying to figure a nigga
Will let's see if I can confuse them
I'm just smoking on this liquor
And sipping on this weed
I had to pop a molly just so I could go to sleep
Ciroc peach with a couple freaks
Wake up in a suite
Blowing swisher sweets
Shake life that right
I been doing this all week
Augghhh!
Just popped down
Can't stand up
Lean got me sitting sideways
WTF!
Just popped down
Can't stand up
Lean got me sitting sideways
WTF!
I'm so fucking throwed
I can't find my keys
Girly on her knees
And I can't make her leave
She so fucking geeked
She wanna do the team
She on a bean
And bout nineteen swishers filled with... OG
Mix Ciroc with the lean
If I drive then I speed
Got them AC Slater muscle cars
And them tires Screech
Skerrrt!
I'm gone
Peel off like a banana
On a yellow bar
A yellow tab
And a duece
In a yellow Fanta
Riding with two straight up killas
Fresh out the slammer
And they crippin'
When they put in work they wear red bandanas
I swear I don't understand em'
But you no wanna see em'
Nigga if I put the G in the right nigga hands
They crime scenes!
I sleep when I count a trillion
Creeping I'm so familiar
Cause I beat till it's over with
Keep the heat cause I'm cold nigga
Squeeze the pistol like it's a controller just to show you
Fuck around and wreck my car if I drive sober
I stay high as gas just so I won't spazz
Don't make me drop a bag on a nigga ass
I heard these niggas mad that I'm getting cash
Them trigger happy niggas with me gone ride
Like it's six flags
I'm with that
I'm bout that
All black when it's pitch black
Hop out that like what's up
I gots to get some get back
I still wish they bring the bricks back
Litia ave. I miss that
So I'm eastside stunting
Took the ice out my drink
And put it where my wrist at
MENTAL WARFARE!
YOU DON'T WANNA GO TO WAR WITH A SOLDIER
MASTER P TOLD YO STUPID ASS THAT BOUT FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Trash Bag Gang!
Credits
Writer(s): Sonny Uwaezuoke, Jermaine Shute
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- Lito Speaks
- Hope for Love [Prod. By Doughboy]
- Mental Warfare [Prod.By DJ Burn One] (feat. Robin Raynelle)
- Wtf [Prod. By Sonny Digital]
- Lito Speaks #2
- Live from the Kitchen [Prod. By Lil Keis]
- Back Wit the $#!T [Prod. By Big Fruit]
- The Ville [Prod. By Fate Eastwood] (feat. Quanie Cash)
- L.E.a.n. [Prod. By Cardo & DJ Burn One] (feat. Young Dolph & Killa Kyleon)
- Substitute [Prod. By DJ Burn One]
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