wtg Lyrics

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Niggas do the social post

Keep ya short I bring the smoke

Making sure ya mother choke

Fuck ya baby mama throat

Type of hoe get no respect

I fuck that hoe right on the floor

When I nut she gotta go

Up 2 nights on jiggas

If I gotta draw it Ima paint that perfect picutre

Rolling up the Raws and I got exotic in it

She want me in it raw but I ain't that type of nigga

I always got protection my Glock ain't got no safety

I keep going white on diamonds niggas think I'm racist

Know how Chrisean Rock feel keep seeing blue faces

Pouring up like wayne

Everything for the gang

Tide to go get a stain

Bankroll don't fold all blue hundos

Fuck nigga done for choking off the gun smoke

Hollow point Rondo

Bodies drop never know

Call the doc this medical

Opp pack new the better one

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Nigga thinking he untouchable we touch him like a ipad

School of hard knocks ICDC isn't my path

Ever broke yo heart shit I'm sorry shawty my bad

I was in my bag take names kick ass

Niggas act like hoes too much

Hang around them hoes too much

They ain't even let you fuck

Need to get yo paper up

I've been getting paper cuts

I can't even make it up

Chase the bag not chasing her

She suck me up like Dracula

Bankroll don't fold all blue hundos

Fuck nigga done for choking off the gun smoke

Hollow point Rondo

Bodies drop never know

Call the doc this medical

Opp pack new the better one

Losing count dyscalcula

My haters ain't mad enough

They say that they add it up

But that shit there ain't adding up

Forrest Gump I ran it up

Ain't fucking with no ametuer

Real boss no manager

Superstar hold the cameras up

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack

Where the gas at this a opp pack