Wa-ah
Wy-ah
Wa-ah
Wy-ah
Wy-ah
Say you gettin' money pants on fire
Hit the curb & scratch the tire
Roll up a 3.5 mix it with grabba
I could show you my feelings
It just won't matter
Bae
I f*cked you better yea when i had ya
Dang
She gave me sloppy yea she a gagger
Niggas turn to backstabba's
They like keel you mad dapper
You talk crazy i'm gon' slap you
I go brazy i won't cap you
Cop try tase me f*ck round pack you
Bitch gon' crazy think i'll mack you
You gone lazy i run pass you
Patrick Swayze how they act too
What you claimin' bro might ask you
Huah
What's the dell though
This bitch ask me for a gucci mink
Just go to hell bro
This nigga just tryna work for free
Yea that's a hell no
All that passin' shit won't work for me
Can't hit my rello
Bro got locked up on that first degree
I get his bail though
Free all mine out that jail though
Bro still got za for sale though
That pack just hit my mail hoe
Yea
That pack just hit my mail again
Take one puff then inhale again
He told one time he'll tell again
Wy-ah
Say you gettin' money pants on fire
Hit the curb & scratch the tire
Roll up a 3.5 mix it with grabba
I could show you my feelings
It just won't matter
Bae
I f*cked you better yea when i had ya
Dang
She gave me sloppy yea she a gagger
Niggas turn to backstabba's
They like keel you mad dapper