Wrestlemania

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat (Damn, JakeSand) You're not making this easy, Kyle [Verse 1: BabyTron] Tired of sittin' here for nothin', told Danny, "Pull up the beat" Finna slide and spark it, told my driver to pull up his seat We'll pull up if it's beef, I promise, we ain't hidin' Huh-huh, yeah, VPN is so encrypted, bitch, my loc' Timbuktu If she see the roll, I bet yo' ho get fucked too Big shell up in the chop', look like an armadillo Oppers got some female tendencies, they only hard as pillows [Verse 2: TrDee] I ain't finna fight, this ain't WrestleMania (Uh-uh) .762s hit him in his cranium (Grrah-rrah) These niggas ass, we ain't never playin' 'еm (What's up?) Ain't finna play no games, brodie brought the K with him (Baow-baow) I do it for thе green, feel like Jayson Tatum (Okay) I ain't got no time for you niggas, I be gettin' paper (No cap) I can't even tell you what I'm smokin' 'cause it's different flavors Might just pour up purple for Kobe, I feel like a Laker [Verse 3: StanWill] All my bitches bad as hell, but all my pieces good Rap check lookin' like yo' salary, boy, I don't need to juug Got a broomstick hangin' out the chop', I'm finna sweep the hood Thinkin' 'bout them grannies that I scammed, I still be sleepin' good Multi-colored diamonds in my ice, don't fuck with segregation Bro ain't got no handles, when he pull up, it's no hesitation Me and bro'll pull up shootin', we gon' Steph and Klay Been ran through that finish line, the bag my only destination [Verse 4: BabyTron] Oops I ain't gotta score a bucket, I'll throw the oop Snap a finger with this Glock and the opp go, "Poof" Got the ball on the string, watch me stop and shoot I treat Wock' like deuce [Verse 5: TrDee] This bitch do just what I say, I got her wrapped around my finger In the room, she hittin' notes, but no, this bitch is not a singer I be really out here grindin', pockets stuffed with chicken tenders Man, I'm sick, that doggy turned into a bitch like Caitlyn Jenner [Verse 6: StanWill] Might be rookie, but I'm G.O.A.T., I swear to God, we ain't beginners Bitch, I'm flyer than a seagull, but it's goose, I play in winter Funny, I be rockin' Christian Dior like I ain't a sinner Hundred dollar entrees, with my bitch, that's how we plan dinner