WYA Lyrics

Niggas claim they on my ass

Nigga where you at?

Then boys in a striker

They'll turn you to a pack

Where you at?

.223s a .556s get you wacked

Ay no cap

Told my brother hit me hit that nigga ever see me lack

Was in a charger how the fuck we hawk him down he in a track

Yea, we got hella different Ks

BB Belt and ARP will get you spanked in different ways

Bloody bottoms if I walk a mile you'll probably see the trace

If they get inside that room swear to god they'll tell a case

Don't got a bank or got a safe I got a hundred thousand mattress

Since he claim he really rich he gone be fresh inside a casket

Boy this wand will make you disappear it's something like some magic

Boy you niggas shaking ass with your mans you niggas faggots

Bitch these red bottoms gray like the writing on his tombstone

That unemployment money ran out and now his room gone

Her number was unsaved played it like I had a new phone

But really I be fucking left to right I need a new home

He claiming he a gangster ima show his what he really is

A bitch, they be capping on the gram this hoe we really live

I had to up a role so that bitch knowing who she fucking with

I see that bitch again i'm in the bushes had to duck the bitch

Then boys in a striker

They'll turn you to a pack

Where you at?

.223s a .556s get you wacked

Ay no cap

Told my brother hit me hit that nigga ever see me lack

Was in a charger how the fuck we hawk him down he in a track

Yea, we got hella different Ks

BB Belt and ARP will get you spanked in different ways

Bloody bottoms if I walk a mile you'll probably see the trace

If they get inside that room swear to god they'll tell a case nigga