Wired

Lyrics

Fuck these hoes, all these bitches stale Boy, you broke as hell Go to jail, you can't make your bail So you will probably tell Pop a Flat, now I'm high as hell I feel like Ezel War time, better not come outside I shoot packs of steel Hardbody, only been a month I'm already healed How you feel? Jewelry cold as hell But I ain't got no chill I'm so high I don't wanna sign with no record deal I'm so high I ain't coming down, I don't like how it feel You broke ass niggas make me sick, throw up You broke, then you need fix it, get your dough up Got knots that don't fold up for shit, bitch! Bitch, I'm hotter than some lava, but I'm cold as it gets Don't worry 'bout me, nigga, worry 'bout your bitch She was staring at my whip, my rims blew her a kiss I'm Jordan, Michael with this sniper rifle I just won't miss, don't know the time These VVS's hitting, check out my wrist A lot of fucking junkies in the traphouse Don't gamble with your life cuz you'll crap out Tell foenem bring the MAC out If you run they blow ya back out I fucked her from the back And fucked around and pulled her track out I'm in the old school dunk, I should name it Jerry Stackhouse Big bank, lil' bank, he couldn't even pull a stack out And, bitch, if I was the president, I'll turn it into a Black house My clip longer than a movie if you niggas wanna act out I wake up in the morning its a pass out Bitch, I'm trailling sand up in my castle Nigga, I don't box and I don't wrestle Up my .40 cal. and make it smack you Bitches let me fuck 'em with no hassle We throw bullets, but these bullets tackle I drowned that bitch with Crystal, told her gargle She couldn't take it, so she spit it out, and lost her marbles You won't make it in this battlefield You's a tattle tale Take my bitch and dress her in Chanel, now she fly as hell Nigga, we got pounds, we got bales and this shit for sale Baggin' dope, still got residue in my fucking nail Weight it up, put it on that thang I done broke the scale Foreign trucks, sitting on them thangs Sitting high as hell Heard the breath under my hood I done broke the wheel Get my roll on, that's a big tymer of a pill When I was a shorty, yeah, they called me Lil' Wheel Bitch, I always knew I was gonna ball like Little Bill I went blind, I couldn't tell the time But my diamonds real Red bitch, she got sex appeal, red bottom heels