Wyd? Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, woah

I remember times when they ain't even believe in me though, bro

Now they wanna act like shit changed or something (Yeah, Ah)

What is you doing?

Where you at?

We pushin' bows out the trap

Run up on me, know I'm keeping a strap

I keep it 100, I never be cap

This bitch bad. and I want her

Hop inside the cat, I make it purr

Got bitches that come to the crib and they flirt

Like Rihanna, I told that bitch put in some work

We poppin' beans, and we doing the percs

Cocaine, wrist split

Cobain, like Kurt

All the drugs determine my worth

Can anybody help me escape from this hurt

Like shit, shit, shit

I can't give two fucks 'bout a bitch

Check out the way that I'm whippin' my wrist

The VVS diamonds, on my neck , they hit

You ain't even been on a drill

Keep a K, yeah this shit get for real

I take W's, never gon' fail

Look in the rearview, I'm watching my trail

I know they hate to see me doing well

I went from trappin' to feeling trapped

I been running these plays like a running back

I'm already knowing you won't double back

We in the same city, you know where I'm at

Red bottoms, it look like I stepped in Act

Gucci Cologne, how that boy he still wearing Axe

Heard that boy made a diss and that shit was ass

No we is not on the same time, you trash

I'm first, you last

Rapping a hobby, I always get bags

I put on real deal fits

And his drip so lame

And his BB fake, check the tag

I think the Wocky is taking a toll on me

Drip season, got hoes on me

Better ride with the pole on me

Never know when they gon' roll on me

(It's like, it ain't no more real people left)

(Everybody in this bitch for themselves)

What is you doing?

Where you at?

We pushin' bows out the trap

Run up on me, know I'm keeping a strap

I keep it 100, I never be cap

This bitch bad. and I want her

Hop inside the cat, I make it purr

Got bitches that come to the crib and they flirt

Like Rihanna, I told that bitch put in some work

We poppin' beans, and we doing the percs

Cocaine, wrist split

Cobain, like Kurt

All the drugs determine my worth

Can anybody help me escape from this hurt

Like shit, shit, shit

I can't give two fucks 'bout a bitch

Check out the way that I'm whippin' my wrist

The VVS diamonds, on my neck , they hit

(What is you doing, Where you at?)

(Run up on me, know I'm keeping a strap)

(This bitch bad, and I want her)

(Got bitches that come to the crib and they flirt)