We Wacked ’Em

Lyrics
[Intro] Ayy, turn me up, Ant, turn it up a little bit (P. Dot got that pack) Ayy, huh [Verse] How ironic, I just made somethin' light off the dark web Ayy, "Hey there, please fill me up with bullets," that's what his car said Big fin pokin' out like a shark head Karma is a bitch, so I can't stop when lights turn red We get the drop and load up, I feel like Art Van Nigga had me fucked up, but he don't bartend Forty cal' hit him, doctor asking, "Can he stand?" Where is Cartman? Ayy, too much wordplay Ironic, when the green come, that's when they turn fake Boy, you ain't never made a hundred on a Thursday Got your bitch sneakin' home like she on third basе Lyle said, "Kidd, fuck it, let them nеrds hate" Missed the point, why was they playin' in the first place? Now, if I hit a nigga bitch, it'll be foul as fuck Got her bouncin' stick to stick like she a hockey puck We chillin', she ain't never got on pants, your bitch like Donald Duck I heard about y'all lil' dirt, that shit won't fly with us 'Member at my lowest, shit felt like I done ran out of luck Thought the grass was greener, but them problems pilin' up She can sell her soul to keep, that's just not enough Bitch, stop ventin' 'bout your husband, I'm just tryna fuck Tryna put the blame on him, why you jump dick to dick Just stop lyin' to yourself, that ain't gon' get you shit In a hot tub, thinkin', "Should I send a blitz?" Even though I love your mama, this how shit'll get Yeah, we pulled up with no mask, got them niggas sick She say she on birth control, what a silly bitch Why is you tellin' me? Another goofy freak This shit ain't new to me She was sleepin' on me, now I got her losin' sleep You ain't never seen a Bebe kid in Louis V It ain't shit to drop the bag off like Uber Eats Press one button, the ceiling gone Press one button, that nigga gone Bitch ain't fuckin', then hit the road All my hoes, they get along now 'Member them nights you stayed up for me Crushed my soul, you gave up on me Crushed they soul, I came up on 'em They don't know, they don't know They don't— Ayy, yeah, they don't know, but we whacked buddy Yeah, they don't know, they don't know They don't know, they don't know
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Credits
- Writers
- Cash Kidd