Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Christ & DJ Fela] (You did good, Slick) Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— (It's a Smash) Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split Hit, dip, wig split (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto) Hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto) Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split (Wet, wet, wet, wetto) [Verse 1: Yung Christ] I got the Glock in my yoga pants, fuckin' that bitch, in a yoga stance Swangin' that K', with an open stance, loaded, from smokin' that opium Stain a lil' boy, in the clothes he's in All of my walls, they closin' in, 51/50 (Wet, wet, Wetto), thеy tryna come get me, just mindin' my businеss and moseyin' Matte black, smokin' packs, panic attacks, back to back Xanax on my lap, debatin', should I relapse? But back to the ho I was talkin' 'bout, I just wanna put it up in her mouth Pimpin' up in my blood, what's up cuh? Thuggin' that dirty South Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59, three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter Yung Jesus, with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water Anytime, any place, any hood, any state Good, 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fuckin' face Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never lookin' phased Poet, when I'm spittin' game (Game), show me, how that pussy shaved (Shaved) Dosage climbin', with my shame (Shame), mama cryin', for my pain (Pain) Will they ever understand? (No), can I even help my dad? (No) Money fuckin' up my fam', givin' until there's nothin' left Pullin' up in that latest (Damn) Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends Ho we just fuckin', I don't date fans (Bitch) I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans Went to my hood and I copped some land Blowin' through my money like Democrats Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax [Verse 2: Romeo da Black Rose] Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt I'm thirty one, still don't know, how to take care of myself Honestly, I'm scared, that I might melt Leave behind a bunch of black spots, on a white pelt Maybe in the next life, I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know There's a fine line, between me and you The biggest difference is, I'll snort that shit and probably puke Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through But I'm still shinin', baby girl wylin' Catch me ridin' by, with that look in my eyes Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my .9 Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height Standin' tall above my grave, make sure, it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved Make sure, you throw the plaques in and all the money we made I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste Shawty wanna marry me, I said "You're better off in debt" If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget German whips and private jets, private beaches to access Fuck on me, baby, I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat I ride for my family that's Grey*59, try and be all I can be and not waste my time On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind [Outro: DJ Fela, Yung Christ & Romeo da Black Rose] Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split Hit, dip, wig split Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air Three fingers in the air Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 Three fingers in the air, m- Three fingers in the air, main I ride for my family, that's Grey*59 I ride for my family, that's Grey*59 Try and be, all I can be And I waste my ti-ti-ti-ti—ime Try and be, all I can be and I waste my time