W.O.A.D Lyrics

Coming from the underground

I tote a gun don't make a sound

The chopper hold a hundred rounds a homie catch a body now

Bitches homie hoppin' now, pullin' up we hoppin' out, runnin' up we stompin' out,

Buddy better watch your mouth fuck you think you talkin' bout, hit him while the sun is out

Walkin' wit the diamonds out, shinin hoe without a doubt, grindin' bitch without a doubt

Need a co-sign I'm goin' up in this bitch that's facts no doubt

That's tough, let me be the first one to call the bluff

Your bitch told me that you really like it rough, so put a finger up when you done had enough

If you wanna be compared to me you runner up, gotta get a bag don't really give a fuck

If you thinkin' that you better than me think again, I don't really think you got what I got in the pen

Everybody steady sayin' YB don't got it, I promise you I'ma lock it, I'm really waitin' to profit,

If I'm about it, I drop it, you ain't about it, so stop it, and when I want it, I cop it, you bitches so out of pocket

I'm blastin' off like a rocket, I'm really feelin' like profit, you made me sick, I'ma vomit it, I'ma star like a comet Don't fuckin' read any comment, because my talent is heaven-sent bitch, I'm bad as Maleficent

Are you feelin' my presence

Coming from the underground

I tote a gun don't make a sound

The chopper hold a hundred rounds a homie catch a body now

Bitches homie hoppin' now, pullin' up we hoppin' out, runnin' up we stompin' out,

Buddy better watch your mouth fuck you think you talkin' bout, hit him while the sun is out

Walkin' wit the diamonds out, shinin hoe without a doubt, grindin' bitch without a doubt

Need a co-sign I'm goin' up in this bitch that's facts no doubt

I never doubted on myself cause I don't need that, I been lookin' like a broom the way I sweep that,

If we fuckin' better hush it, we discreet that, bleep that, don't keep that, delete that,

I don't give a fuck about a rumor, don't nobody even know what I be doin' or who I be doin',

Did I speak clear is that fluent

See even when I fuck around shit still smack

For anybody still sayin' that I can't rap

I wrote every word so you know my pen work

I got hella dirt, never fuckin' with turf

Got a few big guns and they all nerf

Heart broke by a bitch, coulda been worse

Body bag, casket, and a big hearse

38 loaded gun in a bitch purse

You know I turn in best verse

Without a doubt, without a doubt, without a doubt no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt