Windwaker ft. Bryansanon Lyrics

All my shit is fitted

All my bitches get it

Lately im feeling wicked

I guess I gotta admit it

I don't need to fit in

Tell them get out let it sink in

Aye girl what you drinking

Let me know what you're thinking

I'm only into swinging

To hits that I been dealing

I make her feel that feeling

We exorcist the demons

I don't pledge allegiance

Still ball in the off season

I might have to call crodie

All my cousins copped Rollie's

With a bitch stressing about her ex

I won't remember what you told me

Why would I

Soul singer killer like I'm Jodeci

I bet you thought I wouldn't notice

Thought you was fuckin with the old me

I got pack

I got some money don't know how to act

I'm moving doley don't know where I'm at

Rolling my blunt and I don't wanna match

I hate that I keep on saying it

Can't hit my spliff go get mild black

I ain't even take her out

I was shaking my head

While they smoking on shake

And she shaking that ass

Then she shake my hand

While I'm killing the cat

Shawty she tripping I can't even cap

Told her one night and she still tryna Mac

I'll only chill when I'm rolling in money

I'm running to money no I can't relax

Ima still get to the bank

Like it's fuck what you think

Until I'm throwing up all of the cash

Can't really fuck with these hoes

I be blowing the O's

In the back of the rolls

Ain't a cab

I got stars in the roof

While they smoking on boof

All these niggas they goofs

And they peaked

I don't lose

While I still get to choose

Even if I don't write the bitch back

Aye

Is what it is

Like they mad at the kid

And like still I don't give them a chance

Don't let them talk I don't give them no rants

Eat eat eat

Percy itch like a mufuckin ant

And I do what they can't

And I'm still on the plant

And I told her bae chill

You don't need them implants

And I told her

Bae we could go chill out in France

And I kick it like Rick's

And they broke still need racks

And I'm still finna

crack that hoe open like act

And I'm still finna

Pin her on the wall like a tac

And I hit it again

And I'm running it back

Told yall cracked that shit open

Well now that bitch hatched

And I'm happy I'm thankful

So glad that you asked

We rolled them in a blunt

Now we smoking they ash

And a bad bitch she gassing me

Kissing my ass

Where's Bryan

All my shit is fitted

Hell nah

All my shit go crazy

Hell ya

All my bitches wavy

My main chick look like Chloe Bailey

My side chick drive a black mercedes

And I get em both wet just like the navy

Coming straight up out of Haiti

Count up lots of cash up on the daily

Late night yellow eyes just like a goat

Just spend a Honda civic on the coat

Drink my kids like root beef float

I'll learn cpr so you don't choke

Me and z got hoes up on the boat

Cut off the ones that do the most

Fast life got me going coast to coast

First class cause I'm never flying coach

Been had swag since I come out the womb

When I hop in that Tesla that bitch go zoom

I don't care what might happen

I'm still the same dude

When the shoes say Dior

The shirt is fruity loom

When I aim for new heights

I'll probably reach the moon

Can't go through my phone

You'll probably see a hoe

Everything that we do is hot

Just like it's June

Me and z on the tape

It's probably coming soon