The Wire ft. Just Terry Lyrics

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I told shorty to keep it a stack

In Chicago, yeah, I'm in a raq

Tryna put this south side on the map

Riding strapped, I'ma ride with my strap

Drop the addy, I slide where you at

Gettin' high, I'm gettin' fried in the back

I just filled my seahorse up with wax

I like shorty cause she got my back

Dressin' nice, gotta keep it intact

That boy green, he get green off a app

I can't talk too much it might be tapped

Can't believe that I made it off rap

Ayy, some days I go to the trap

Keep it on me, you know I can't lack

Propane, a backwood with gas

Drivin' crazy, I'm pushin' it fast

I'm tryna get me a bag

My main bitch so bad

She got cash and ass

I'm smokin' half and half

I started out with a jab

On the street, on the ave

Money comin' in dirty, I go get the bleach

Yeah, I gotta give it a bath

Ayy, countin' up digits, I'm doin' the math

Yeah, I gotta keep me a mask

Takin' a drink, I sip Easter pink

Yeah, I got the lean in the flask

Now I'm the truth, you don't gotta ask

Experiencin' days in first

But I remember bein' last

Just roll up and take you a drag

Pick whatever, let's go get you a bag

I'm gettin' higher and higher

Send her backend through the wire

Send her backend through the wire

Ayy, ayy

Send her backend through the wire

Send her backend through the wire

Send her backend through the wire

I do the dash like the Derby

Stay in your lane, you keep swervin

This is my way, you can't serve it

I tell your bitch she deserve it

She goin' bananas like Fergie

She in good hands, don't worry

I rep my city, No Jersey

I was in cribs, the cribs weren't workin

But we was definitely in there workin

Yeah, we was definitely in there workin

Bet they tell they sides

It's a whole different version

I got tired of wantin' help

Realized we was all that we got

You better make you some moves

Or get tricked out your spot

But me, I came from nothin

Bet I'll leave with like half the block

And I'ma ride until we rot

I don't really care who not

Told myself some secrets

Promised myself I wouldn't tell

Life is like the air mattress

Sometimes you gotta blow up by yourself

It get hot, you need a nigga who done been through hell

I been self-medicated

Sorry if I got a smell

I was locked inside of my head

Couldn't even leave the cell

But I'm in love with the hustle

I just gotta go and sell

How that boy could be poppin'

Don't wanna leave the shell