VDV, got it
I don't give no f*cks, just slay yea
Not worried bout these niggas, get this paper
Shootin' all these shots, and get the layup
She moving to the next man bitch, I made ya
They stab you in your back, so I don't f*ck with them
You say that you that nigga, but you is not him
I'm shootin' all these shots, I shoot above the rim
Talkin' all that shit, you got shot in the limb
I be smokin' all these za, every time I'm feelin' low
I don't wanna say goodbye, when I'm with the kinfolk
Yeah, I thought that we were done, why you callin' my phone
Yeah, you know we had to get em had to send him home
I don't really f*ck with them tho
I feel like Mike Jack, I told her to beat it
He was talking shit on the net I told him delete it
My hoe, she so bad, she look like Arenas
I might fly off the planet and go see Venus
My hoe, she look like Serena
I can't cop a piece, I feel like Jesus
What the f*ck, what he sayin
On yo knees,yea you'll prayin, yeah
You want smoke then come and see me, yeah
I might pull up to your event, yeah
On that TV, I be screenin
My OG for the weekend
What we talkin' bout
What we bout to do
What he tryna say
I might ride with the crew
Pull up with choppers and a few
I got glocks and two 19s u tryna grab a few
Hi, um, answer the phone
Um um, yeah, bye
Wokkywtw - Call if Needed (feat. UndergroundJoshh) Lyrics
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VDV, got it
I don't give no f*cks, just slay yea
Not worried bout these niggas, get this paper
Shootin' all these shots, and get the layup
She moving to the next man bitch, I made ya
They stab you in your back, so I don't f*ck with them
You say that you that nigga, but you is not him
I'm shootin' all these shots, I shoot above the rim
Talkin' all that shit, you got shot in the limb
I be smokin' all these za, every time I'm feelin' low
I don't wanna say goodbye, when I'm with the kinfolk
Yeah, I thought that we were done, why you callin' my phone
Yeah, you know we had to get em had to send him home
I don't really f*ck with them tho
I feel like Mike Jack, I told her to beat it
He was talking shit on the net I told him delete it
My hoe, she so bad, she look like Arenas
I might fly off the planet and go see Venus
My hoe, she look like Serena
I can't cop a piece, I feel like Jesus
What the f*ck, what he sayin
On yo knees,yea you'll prayin, yeah
You want smoke then come and see me, yeah
I might pull up to your event, yeah
On that TV, I be screenin
My OG for the weekend
What we talkin' bout
What we bout to do
What he tryna say
I might ride with the crew
Pull up with choppers and a few
I got glocks and two 19s u tryna grab a few
Hi, um, answer the phone
Um um, yeah, bye
I don't give no f*cks, just slay yea
Not worried bout these niggas, get this paper
Shootin' all these shots, and get the layup
She moving to the next man bitch, I made ya
They stab you in your back, so I don't f*ck with them
You say that you that nigga, but you is not him
I'm shootin' all these shots, I shoot above the rim
Talkin' all that shit, you got shot in the limb
I be smokin' all these za, every time I'm feelin' low
I don't wanna say goodbye, when I'm with the kinfolk
Yeah, I thought that we were done, why you callin' my phone
Yeah, you know we had to get em had to send him home
I don't really f*ck with them tho
I feel like Mike Jack, I told her to beat it
He was talking shit on the net I told him delete it
My hoe, she so bad, she look like Arenas
I might fly off the planet and go see Venus
My hoe, she look like Serena
I can't cop a piece, I feel like Jesus
What the f*ck, what he sayin
On yo knees,yea you'll prayin, yeah
You want smoke then come and see me, yeah
I might pull up to your event, yeah
On that TV, I be screenin
My OG for the weekend
What we talkin' bout
What we bout to do
What he tryna say
I might ride with the crew
Pull up with choppers and a few
I got glocks and two 19s u tryna grab a few
Hi, um, answer the phone
Um um, yeah, bye
Writer: EJ Carter
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