d wade Lyrics

Up in the cut in this hoe lookin' lavish

Yo baddest hoe to me look average

You ain't even reach the playoffs

You really think that you the Mavericks?

Logan Paul a Maverick, seein' everythin' but a savage

Researchin' me, he ain't Matt, bitch

Damn

We finna get to the point like a mad bitch

Cut that bitch off 'cause she average

Causing confusion out here like a famin'

Who do you think you are, bitch

Chop on my right finna eat up like ham bitch

What do I do with my left, bitch

He promise to me that he finna want leverage

Ain't on that time, want his neck, bitch

She told me she love me, she told me she want love

Told her to eat dirt

Last thing I want is for a hoe to love me when I blow up like creeper

Choppa get hot when it starts sprayin', fever

Blam huh, blam huh

Your hoe up on the uh cam

Finna hit 'em like kankan

A verse gon' cost 'bout ten band

Gon' metamorph like Ben 10

Big bands on me like Ant-Man

Like small bands on you, Ant-Man

LTG need to go get a ban, man

Glock on me, my instrument

Your hoe talkin', she intimate

You talk tough on the internet

I ain't dropped in a minute, you're missin' it

Is he missin' yet?

Glock in my hand, no hand to hand

Agent 47 with a hitman

Change the climate, it gon' rain, man

Three up on me, no D. Wade

Talkin' that shit but he's delayed

WoW with a bitch, it's a big raid

Pull up to his block like it Mayday

Distro check be bigger than your payday

He gettin' dropped like O next to TK

Talkin' on me, but it all like he say she say

Zai on his block, on his Issei

There is no need for a replay, uh

Up as the GOAT like I'm Pete P

How she got Vigi up on that repeat?

MJ, how Vigi gon' go on and threepeat

Then MJ, how Vigi gon' go on and threepeat

That boy he ain't married, he Chris Paul

My shooter a lunatic, King Kong

We up at your door, he gon' ring a bell, the sounds that he hearin' like ding dong

Is she really your end all be all?

I'm totin' a gun and it 'bout dis tall

Damn, I've really seen all, been all

You can call me sum like Leon

She told me she love me, she told me she want love

Told her to eat dirt

Last thing I want is for a hoe to love me when I blow up like creeper

Choppa get hot when it starts sprayin', fever

Blam huh, blam huh

Your hoe up on the uh cam

Finna hit 'em like kankan

A verse gon' cost 'bout ten band

Gon' metamorph like Ben 10

Big bands on me like Ant-Man

Like small bands on you, Ant-Man

LTG need to go get a ban, man

Glock on me, my instrument

Your hoe talkin', she intimate

You talk tough on the internet

I ain't dropped in a minute, you're missin' it