WYLIN' ft. LOAT! Lyrics

Like, shorty kinda bad, I'll have to hit her up in private

I'ma have to hit it, then I'll take her to the islands

Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin'

Shorty lookin' better with the dough

Wait

Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin'

Bitches on my phone, I'ma hit it then I'm leavin'

This ain't for forever, but I'll give you 'till the weekend

Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin'

She in love with perc talk (huh)

She took her shirt off

Hop up in the Benz, green light, we skrrt off

Said he wanna fight, we pull up on him, leave him worse off

Shorty in the crib, and she tryna take her skirt off

Swear that she the only one that I'm missing

I can't have no more that just the neck from these bitches

Cant fuck with the fakes, only fuckin' with the real shit

Shorty did me wrong, I'm like fuck all of these bitches

Got big bands, bitch I carry like cinco

Know my niggas shootin', I ain't talkin' no free throw

Shorty on me for the bands, she a freak hoe

Five figure fit, I ain't talkin' no zip code

Put you on to brodie if you lookin' for a zip

Know he doin' jiggas and he packin' hella bricks

Say the right thing, he'll hook you up with the fifth

Say the wrong thing, he gon' hit you with a switch

Like, shorty kinda bad, I'll have to hit her up in private

I'ma have to hit it, then I'll take her to the islands

Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin'

Shorty lookin' better with the dough

Wait

Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin'

Bitches on my phone, I'ma hit it then I'm leavin'

This ain't for forever, but I'll give you 'till the weekend

Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin' (Aye, aye, uh)

I told her "baby I'm a killer"

She know I'm a sinner

I could take a pussy boy and hit him with a spinna

30 gram, 40 gram, 50 gram dealer

I was in the trap, 14 with a heater

Put it on heartlock

Everything I own (aye)

I still get percentages for selling off my soul (uh)

I ain't got no soul, I put a bullet through his dome (uh)

I don't need to catch him, I'ma pull up to his home, like (aye)

They be like "Loat ain't even droppin' like that"

I find your cousin, and I take him off the map

On the brother that betrayed me

How the fuck you love sum' if it don't bring you payment?

666 on the mo'fuckin' drop top

Talk down, get mopped

Hello Kitty on the glock

I heard you was a villain now (gang, gang)

I pull up, shoot his ceiling out (yuh, aye)

Like, shorty kinda bad, I'll have to hit her up in private

I'ma have to hit it, then I'll take her to the islands

Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin'

Shorty lookin' better with the dough

Wait

Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin'

Bitches on my phone, I'ma hit it then I'm leavin'

This ain't for forever, but I'll give you 'till the weekend

Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin'