WTM Lyrics

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Ooo Franky what's the move damn I don't know what ta do

He said hit em with fire then Franky gave me the fuel

Guess I gotta hit em with the uh uh uh

Guess I gotta woah uh uh uh uh

Got the drop

Get off shake the spot

Got them rocks

The grit won't ever stop for me

But ya times up

You can't find us

Got shooters on my line up

Fuck all that talking like you bout it but you won't even come step to me

All these bitches bad but they can't even step next to me

I took a bad bitch put her on brown and call get hephanie

We be going round after round like we on ecstasy

Hit em with them rounds if you niggas tryna mess with me

I gotta bitch that's down she gone get a nigga head with me

Money conversations broke niggas misunderstanding me

You can break bread with me or you can play dead ta me

Stack it with my team its RPG until the death of me

Calling all these niggas on that foul shit like a referee

I got the whistle better know I keep the tech with me

Pussy didn't know that I had hittas left of me

Know I'm in the trap with the white girl totally

Known across the world you niggas barely known locally

I'm in the lab and spitting gangsta poetry

This weed that smoking gotta very high potency

So I smoke it openly you hear how loud it is

My smoke is very thick yess I'm higher then a blimp

In my all black suit and I'm looking like I'm pimp

Sipping on that drank got me walking with a limp

My last meal was steak and shrimp for real no Yung Nation

I'm laughing at them lil niggas said we wouldn't make it

Now I'm

Big balling

Big shot calling

Smooth criminal walking

Slick with how talking

Too much money being made so the shit don't fold

Press his ass with the chop bet his ass gone fold

Bet yo ass gone fold when we press em with them chops I thought I let you know that

I got the drop

Get off shake the spot

Got them rocks

The grit won't ever stop for me

But ya times up

You can't find us

Got shooters on my line up

You see em scoring

Look at the

Starting 5

They know I got ties

I'm bout business

And I'm running up the digits

And my main she a gritter she go get it

Cop a bag then she go flip it

Pop her shit she really with it

While you running from it

Bitch

You ain't in the asphalt

Capping that's just fast talk

Got rockets but ain't blast off

Fuck you got that pole for

Look how he trash talk

But he ain't step he scared ta walk

Fuck it got my mask on

Ooo Franky what's the move damn I don't know what ta do

He said hit em with fire then Franky gave me the fuel

Guess I gotta hit em with the tool

Guess I gotta act a damn fool

Ooo Franky what's the move damn I don't know what ta do

He said hit em with fire then Franky gave me the fuel

Guess I gotta hit em with the tool

Guess I gotta act a damn fool