The Wire

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damjonboi) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Chorus: Prince Jefe & BabyTron] Broke up with my bitch, I'm cookin' zips, can get another one I'm workin' my shoulder and my wrist to scrape a hundred-plus Catch a nigga lackin', up my blick and drop a honey bun Why you sittin' with your hands out? Go get some money, bum Shit, it's time to throw the wires on the wireFishtailin' in Pirellis, you see fire on the tires Up the score, we in the finals, slam a bitch, but don't do titles Akhi too precise with rifles, now your mans need a revival [Verse 1: Prince Jefe] No interruption, I'm in here makin' a brick He ain't die, but he paralyzed, we made that boy a crip But don't ask me who I'm with, we slide right past and lеt it hit I got fiends chasin' the dragon, this new dopе right here the shit Hell nah, I don't got no plan on savin' these hoes Put the pole on his old-ass unc', what you on? Nigga rappin' like he sellin' bricks, I think he lyin', though I hit your town, a thousand eight degrees and ball like Lonzo [Verse 2: BabyTron] Cuddy, he ain't got no rap career, he slap yola (Brrt) We don't pass 'Woods, but you might see us match sodas I might pull up, shoot a movie like I'm Fat Sosa How you call yourself a sipper? Never had an Act' coma (Rookie) Shit, TRX or Shelbys, we don't do Tacomas Kitchen like a cafeteria, it got a food aroma (Woo) California king, I used to have to do the sofa (Man) Yohji Yamamotos, used to do the red monkeys [Verse 3: Prince Jefe & BabyTron] Put the strap in his mouth, I thought he said somethin' I heard your time runnin' down, I think the feds comin' Ain't no Burberry at the 'Set, I might check London No, for real, grab my passport like, "When the jet comin'?" Boy, you jeffin', you ain't never had a quarter-ticket You would punt it, shit, I'm goin' for it, fourth and inches Purgin' in the Hellcat, but I'm rockin' Christians Tesla thing so fast, could give the cops a ticket [Chorus: Prince Jefe & BabyTron] Broke up with my bitch, I'm cookin' zips, can get another one I'm workin' my shoulder and my wrist to scrape a hundred-plus Catch a nigga lackin', up my blick and drop a honey bun Why you sittin' with your hands out? Go get some money, bum Shit, it's time to throw the wires on the wire Fishtailin' in Pirellis, you see fire on the tires Up the score, we in the finals, slam a bitch, but don't do titles Akhi too precise with rifles, now your mans need a revival [Verse 4: Prince Jefe] Ever seen a nigga beat the triple-cross? I done did too much in nana kitchen, time to switch to fraud Hop out, make you catch these bitches just like Randy Moss I even put Dior all on my mistress, they all gettin' bought I got clientele, I'm not tryna talk I'm boxin' with the dog, tryna duck a charge [Verse 5: BabyTron] Shit, I got eighty on my bezel, I can't tuck my arms Treat my jewelry like my opps' tops, I just bust my charms Legs numb off her head, face numb off the red I been dolo since young Tron, was taken off my pegs If you don't duck your enchilada, be done lost the dreads They could have my mama held for ransom, wouldn't talk to feds