W.U.T Lyrics

Damn

Why is this bitch always acting so pissy

I know that she always calling my phone but I can't talk cause i'm busy

I got two bad bitches on me imma just call up my twizzy

We really having our way nigga and you know that is no kizzy

Bitch i'm a vet they on the bench they can't treat me like a rookie

No Ian buyin no mids or no lows but I can still fuck with the cookies

I'm in big body truck i'm pushing this bitch like a bully

My nigga said that he taking the shot I told my boy just to pull it

Look at the scoreboard seeing my name with a hunnid i'm damn near be thinking i'm wilt

I'm really grinding for all of this shit look at the tears and the blood that I spilt

You could just say i'm the villain I don't give a fuck I'm never feeling the guilt

Five star mafia bitch we the mob look at the shit that we built

All of these niggas be acting like bitches somebody pass em a kilt

Been in my bag all winter I had to go throw on the ski and the quilt

Icy bitch pull up on me and she melt

These niggas my sons they get beat with the belt

When I lost my bro they don't know what I felt

We do not talk see them boys and they dealt

I pray to god cause I know she a blessin

Roll up a backwood whenever i'm stressin

took me some Ls but I learned all my lessons

Already fucked on her friends i'm confessing

Beam on his head I don't know who he testing

Nosey ass bitch always asking me questions

Walk with a limp cause the stick got extension

We talking bout money i'm paying attention

Uh who is you touchin?

Quan in the back and I know that he clutchin

We making that nigga fly with the dutchman

Know I can fuck I can see that she blushin

Throwing back pills you would think that I flushed em

These bitches be the line you know I can't trust them

Hitting this bitch from the back said she gotta friend told her to bring her a plus one

She told me that i'm a heaven sent baby but I stopped going to church

No nigga we do not talk to the jakes we put them boys on a search

Shit can get tactical nigga creeping outside on the block and we perched

We could just bring this shit right to your door niggas think we selling merch

I'm mixing up colorful drugs I'm sipping on red and i'm popping a smurf

These niggas just tryna copy my wave I hope these niggas can surf

I'm not on mars bitch i'm on pluto swear to god i'm leaving earth

Escobar bitch you know I am the gleamer I been that nigga since birth

Uh who is you touchin?

Quan in the back and I know that he clutchin

We making that nigga fly with the dutchman

Know I can fuck I can see that she blushin

Throwing back pills you would think that I flushed em

These bitches be the line you know I can't trust them

Hitting this bitch from the back said she gotta friend told her to bring her a plus one