Wisemen Lyrics

Me and Risco out here servin' geeks, we passin' out testers

My old fiend quit doin' work, but now he relapsin

I'm Steph Curry with an 8-ball, I don't gotta pass it

My opps taste good in the wood, I ain't gotta ash it

But I'ma still pass it

Bitch, these niggas can't guard me

Step back and shoot this big bitch like I'm James Harden

Three, got the chop with the scope, I bet he hit his target

20 racks on your hip, take it, that's a good bargain

Bitch, bitch, I been ballin

Thousand dollar jeans on with a fat bitch shoppin' that Target

I just bought some Alexander McQueens, I got them on Facebook Market

BMV said my license was bad, but I still didn't park it

Used to be in Zone 4 makin' deals with Shark and Larkin

Please don't say nothin' to me or Sco, you can get your car flipped

Hit that bitch with a .30 and peel off your car tint

Bitch, hit me up say she need a 40, that's a Michael Vick

Good head and a little bit of bread, that's my type of bitch

I'm a street nigga, I can survive a trench

I just turn on beast mode, like I'm Marshawn Lynch

Three past the clock, I shot a opp, so that's my assist

Now your ass to the cross with the switch, call it a crucifix

Just fucked a project bitch on the couch, now my booty itch

A nigga tried to run in here, now he don't exist

I had to leave my last bitch alone, she a bougie bitch

I won't stop until I'm dead, I gotta make it rich

Me and Risco was out here down bad, we was takin' shit

But we some fed babies, so don't say shit

I ain't want no head from the bitch, but then her face got hit

Her badass lil' son was knockin' on the door, that's what made me quit

I left my kids all on her butt, and now she's babysittin

Tried to use a condom from the health department, but it wasn't fittin

Y'all think I'm jokin' right now, but I'm not kiddin

No cap like I had on the kappa outfit

Bitch, I'm drippin' so much sauce, this 3000 Island

I was tryna fuck, but I was too drunk, I made her suck my private

Next time we fuck, I bust a nut, aint say nothin', I just came in quiet

I ain't never, ain't no ass until one day I tried it

Hot boy shit, we like Wayne and Juvie in the 90s

Rob a nigga for his Rollie, call it perfect timing

I'm a money boy, before that paid, I get real grimy

Catch a body and duck off real far, where you can't find me

Like I was Shootem's brother, I get real slimey

Teddy said he want a zone, I told him, give me 90

I couldn't get inside, Susie Q's, they asked me for my ID

But it's cool, I went to McDonald's, got a hi C

Risco wanted me to drop him off to a pregnant bitch, but she ain't like him

Or maybe she had to act like that because she know I was sitting right beside em

Risco hit heaven, Juicy and Didi all up in one night, I'm cryin

Nope, I wasn't lyin

Make a bitch do what I say, like my name was Simon

Hit that coochie from the back, pull it out, and I did the Heisman

Only boss is sittin' at my table, we the wise men