WYA

Lyrics

[Verse] Damn ian, where'd you get that from? Couldn't tell ya Fuck a back door, I'm rippin' through the front, duck and cover Stuffin' bands in my pockets, Jun Takashi, Undercover You bring your gang in it, huh, I'm nonchalant, you won't [?] Hunnid thou', left wrist, stack guap, Tetris Red dot, catch this, head high, test me Pull a band out my pocket, throw it down, get the check, please Lay a hand on my guy, we throwin' down, we not wrestling Lay a hand on my guy, it's goin' down, not the [?] I go band for band with all your guys but y'all don't got none He play 'round with my gang, we send him flyin' with them Top Guns You shoppin' on Rodeo with your eyes, you ain't bought none He walkin' 'round Rodeo, empty pockets, he ain't bought shit That pussy run his mouth then we run right through his apartment I blow a hunnid thou' in 20 minutеs, shawty, watch this Your shooter scared to bust, I highly doubt that he 'bout shit