#WBMB Lyrics

Sippin' on this yak, got my tummy fucked up

Now I'm pouring deuces of juice in my cup

I been off that two plus two double up

I Feel like Cardi B, you put it up, now this shit stuck

I just rolled this blunt and I'm gone face it

I hate niggas, why you always in my face, bitch

I hate these niggas, why I'm always on my apeshit

I can't fuck with all these niggas, like I'm racist

I don't wanna talk, I'm just worried bout my bands

You ain't about your pape nigga, you is not my mans

Turn him triple X, you know I'm bout my revenge

How could I be scared, I got this knock up in my hand

I don't wanna talk, I'm just worried bout my bands

You ain't about your pape nigga, you is not my mans

Turn him triple X, you know I'm bout my revenge

How could I be scared, I got this knock up in my hand