WYDT (What You Do Today?)

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Got a quarter million dollars, I got— alright Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga (Fuck the fire, we got grease) Broke-ass nigga, what you do today? Alright Ghetto Boyz shit, man, free the whole ghetto [Verse] Broke-ass nigga, what you do today? I just bought a pint of Trish, I'm finna do an eight Ten thousand on a joggin' fit, it's a Louis day I got so much LV on, call me Louie Ray That's my blood brother Me and C just drunk a pint, that's my mud brother My nigga fightin' for his life, he served an undercover I beat bitches' back in, I don't go under covers I don't kiss and tell, I don't pillow talk Five thousand all blues'll get your killer bought Fifty thousand all hundreds, he think hе gettin' off That's just small pape' I need insurance on this pint, call Allstatе And I don't know how to cut hair, but I give bald fades Pull up on your bitch and get my balls ate I'm finna pull up with a brick and give 'em all shake Da Young OG, bitch, I talk more shit than Dawgface It's a new year, this a new pint Went to Wafi, six hundred, I got new ice In a 680 Maybach with the blue lights I'd rather gamble buyin' fake drank, I don't shoot dice My nigga shot a crib up, they gave him two lifes Supercharger on a V truck, I just flew by I've been up for six days like I do ice Quarter-million dollars rap money, I made that tonight On a eight-hour pass, I made a quarter-million I hope I don't go to hell for abortin' children Damn, you ain't had no Actavis? I drunk a four in prison Bring the AR pistol in the club, I'm an important nigga I wore Dior in prison Baby, what you want, a purse? I'll Dior your Christian Came home, made "RIO FREE," it took me forty minutes Nigga, ask Will I got a thousand Percocets, only half real But we ain't use no fentanyl, they just Advil Twelve hours free, I made a half mil' I can't believe you told the bitch to pay half the bills Count the money with my eyes closed, I got mad skills I'm a scram scraper The way I'm livin', I might make a hundred grand later I don't know, bro Ain't had no pape' when I caught this case, I went pro bono Just cracked a seal, drunk a four, now I'm movin' slow-mo And I don't drink them Act' pops, I heard it's Chlo-Chlo I beat my bitch ass in broad day, she called the po-po I can't believe this bitch tried to get me violated .308 hit him in his head, now it's annihilated I hit her raw nine months ago, she said she dilatin' Found a grower on the West Coast, I'm tryna buy an acre