Free Waydah

Lyrics

[Intro] Ugh, uh, okay, okay [Verse 1] Yeah this mothafucka knock, EQ's lookin' like stocks L seven solo barracks bass rock Cavvy, whippin' base rock cavvy Clientele in the alley more stripes than Cincinnati Bangos, ran through more whips than Djangos Imma jugg till my name known Flame on till my gang on, green long as field goals We bear arms we strong arm, stretch Armstrong Strunt fat tees no long arms Imma in the street no all-stars, I go raw like pornstars Wolfgang like Mozart We gassed up, we gas up then we go fart, cold heart Cold hearted like David in the Departed, find a bitch on Section 8 and we turn her into the Carter Yesterday I was broke, tommorow I push a Rari Prolly not but nigga I'm getting guap This mothafucka knock [Skit] If I don't make it to the NBA? Then you be a drug dealer Somehow I'm gon get me a Lexus (laughing)* [Verse 2: WayDah] Keep a hoodie on so you could never pull my coat My guns knock knock, no who there jokes We preyin' on niggas, and stayin' true to my religion If Trump come for me, he gone finally meet the semi My aggression has no relation with being friendly The chances on niggas keepin' it G, gettin' skinny I'm walkin' with the dead, runnin' lights when they red I got money on my mind, prices on nigga's heads Shit real Nigga tryna get a mill When a nigga broke a nigga do it for the thrill Make a hit, take a hit You signin' the same deal I'm forever trigger happy with lyrics that's gon' kill WayDah!