Wauce 2

Lyrics
I'm so rich Niggas, dey bitch (pussy!) Press my switch, I bet his ass get pitched (grrrrr!) Index finger, it always itch (itchy!) I up my wand just like a witch (vanishyah!) And my dawg, Lilo & Stitch I don't stop shootin' until the barrel's bridge Cold hearted, my chest is a fridge Drop a nigga like work on da dig' Pointbank range, it's so hard to miss .38 special make the barrel twist I'll vanish him, like he didn't exist I'll cross his ass, off of da checklist Ouu! Ride like a bicyclist GPS his whip, that's how I track him 40k on my left wrist I ain't even got no diamonds on it Cook da fenty like a scientist Rudy Gobert, I'm so sick Catch him up, like Donovan Mitch When I touched road, my opps was pissed Ohh! Can't fight, can't ball a fist Uhh Cock it back and let it rip Wherever I see, his ass gettin' flipped Looks like road kill, baby girl got hit by da whip I was in France Bad bitch french kissed my dick I was in her mouth, toothpick She eat me up, picnic Red stains on my white boxers came from lip stick Head so good, baby girl psychic Made me cum quick Face shot like John Wick Utah Jazz my team sick Put 15 on his back like Vince Press it once, half da clip rinse Ouu! It'll leave a nigga past tense Ouu! Holes in him like a metal fence Glock wit' a switch and it got an accent 2 bands on my Nike's, so I walk on your rent Cronem ain't dead Campin' in da woods, in a tent I'll leave a nigga on cement AK-47 on da clip on it bends M-16 wit' da lens Glock 19 5th gen' Wipe your nose or wit' da gas, I forget Get left in the past like cassettes Houdini got a rollie wit' baguettes Wood brown handle make my hammer look brunette Take da plug down, now he just an outlet You wanna beef wit' me, you playin' Russian Roulette 'Cause I'll kill a nigga won't regret Slam dunk on him like RJ Barrett Gun on my waist, bigger than da sheriffs And I talk to dis brick like it's a parrot Vegetarian bitch eat my dick like carrots When I watch da opps video, don't know what they're wearin' Where ever I see you that's where you disappearin' My shooter givin' deals so yo' life on clearance
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- Why G