Wya

Lyrics

[Chorus] Hit my ho like, "Where you at?" Slime, where you at? My slime got my back We here for the load, now hold some racks Want a verse? I'm tax Make sum' flip just like gymnastics [Verse 1] I make sum' flip just like Bob Lashley I keep me a pretty ho, my bitch don't got acne I keep fuckin' these saditty ho's, I can't put this shit past me Put my bitch in Rick from head to toe I'm so professional, she so professional Take a ratchet bitch and turn her upper echelon I'ma pass the bitch and make a ho play fetch, hold on [Chorus] Hit my ho like, "Where you at?" Slimе, where you at? My slime got my back Wе here for the load, now hold some racks Want a verse? I'm tax Make sum' flip just like gymnastics [Verse 2] This ho want money and sex This ho want molly and x I don't think I got a wholesome ho, my bitch showin' tits on the net These bitches ain't tryna' be wholesome ho's This bitch tryna' fuck on the set She a seahorse, I got this ho wet I'm so vamp, yea I'm at this ho neck I got tats on my arms and my neck I be talking 'bout money and clothes and ho's everyday, bitch you see that I'm flexing Flipped that bitch yeah, I'm onto the next With that ho, nod my head to the press I spend racks, no I ain't learn my lesson You a diamond, don't act like you less-than She the flyest, I got her undressing I don't mind it, 'cause niggas gon' hate, when I feel constipated, I shit on these peasants She not mine but she wanna' be bae, ho I'm too overrated, bitch you could do better She gon' look and get sent off, no letter Yeah, this bitch she won't go, she won't let up Every bitch was on go when I met 'em I got racks in these Givenchy denim She tell lies and I'm getting wrapped in 'em I tell lies and she getting lied to Yea I'm in the cut wit' my boo I'm so deep in the cut like some Lysol And all of my ho's will get fly too I go vamp on a bitch, I might bite you Leave a stamp on the bitch, you the type to Put your hands on the bitch, I'm the type to Drop some bands on the bitch if I like you Big Blood, I fuck her on her cycle And I'm on the road, no bicycle [Chorus] Hit my ho like, "Where you at?" Slime, where you at? My slime got my back We here for the load, now hold some racks Want a verse? I'm tax Make sum' flip just like gymnastics