Wya / Clips Lyrics

Ain't no looking back , i'm in the hood where you at

Tryna make millions of dollars of trap

Can't buy a honda saving for a scat

Speaking on bro imma left of that blatt

Walk down boy i ain't shoot from range

Came by myself imma leave how i came

New edition no you can't stand the rain

Don't know what to do I been feeling insane

Uh brody said get out the hood

Give it your all if you know that you good

I ain't crazy i'm just misunderstood

But hitting a jay getting neck feel good

You ain't pick me up in a puddle of mud

I ain't saying shit imma lie to the judge

These bitches in the way they doing too much

My bro got 30 and he moving too clutch

Making money is my goal, You ain't with it then stay out the way

School with the trap i was working all day

Add on the cleats and i still made a way

Uh but you know niggas gotta hate

You coulda stayed solid and got u a plate

Now i see you i might let off the drake

I can't wait to see you nigga just wait

Real nigga i can't fuck with the fake

Can't fuck with these bitches i need me a saint

Think imma easy lick get oven baked

You one up on me boy u three steps away

Might give her some dick if she ask if i ate

Don't worry bout me imma always be straight

Come get you a cutie of za for the eight

Ain't wifing no thot that's not up for debate

Peeping the fake i'm on ten

These niggas knowing they ain't spinning no bins

Stop beefing that shit in the way for the win

If i say i love u i think of you as kin

Kruddy with me niggas know that's my twin

I want all my niggas riding in a benz

Ain't following niggas we setting da trend

Ain't fighting niggas we gon shoot at your chin

Ain't no looking back, i'm in the hood where you at

Tryna make millions of dollars of trap

Can't buy a honda saving for a scat

Speaking on bro imma left of that blatt

Walk down boy i ain't shoot from range

Came by myself imma leave how i came

New edition no you can't stand the rain

Don't know what to do I been feeling insane

Uh brody said get out the hood

Give it your all if you know that you good

I ain't crazy i'm just misunderstood

But hitting a jay getting neck feel good

You ain't pick me up in a puddle of mud

I ain't saying shit imma lie to the judge

These bitches in the way they doing too much

My bro got 30 and he moving too clutch

How you say that you gang? gang

Ain't never put up for shit

Uh

Yeah

How you say that you gang but you ain't never put up for shit

We was walking now we riding in whips

Fives in it you can't see in this whip

Bro got the G lock right on his hip

Hit that lil bitch then i dip

These bitches grimey can't do relationships

But i just might take that lil bitch on a trip

We making memories and we shooting clips

So i'm going hard

Can't come round da way boy you barred

You coulda came up but you still playing cards

Starts in the wraith wanna ride with the gods

Unlucky lil nigga i'm beating the odds

You ain't talking money so why is you talking

Cause it ain't bouta get you a life

If we spin and we miss then we doing it twice

I been working bitch you better talk to me nice

If don't got the stick i fasho got the knife

Bad lil bitch imma make her my wife

My brody stay strapped with that bitch like a dyke

Za got me nodding and high like a kite

I was serving all the halls

If he play check his temperature like sean paul

Gun play fuck i look like tryn brawl

If he lacking we bag him and we take it all

How you say that you gang but you ain't never put up for shit

We was walking now we riding in whips

Fives in it you can't see in this whip

Bro got the G lock right on his hip

Hit that lil bitch then i dip

These bitches grimey can't do relationships

But i just might take that lil bitch on a trip

We making memories and we shooting clips