WHRE SHT ft. Lucci Lu Lyrics

Act like I ain't the fucking man

Wanna see the way I got the moves

With the fucking hands

Yea Lucci really tuff

Yea he stop shit

Yea my homies got extendo's and them glock clips

Yea really wanna try?

You cannot top this

Yea your bitch is coming over and she top this

Yea swear she respect

Yea we running all this game

While I run me a cheque

Talk this and talk that

Yea she wanna smoke

Hanging with the kid

On her lip taste the cigerette

Yea I'm up

Yea that bitch is wet

Proceed with caution

Slip into a

Yea into a trance

Yea she like the way I got designer

From my head and then I wrap around my pants

Yea got her in a trance yea she like the way I hit it from the back don't do romance

Nah, you can't fuck with me

You pay to get in, and we get in for free

On my dick she beg and plead, I make a geek

Better brain, she my trainee

Check the letter that's a B giving A class D

BAD, motherfucker that's me

Run it, like an athlete

She take baton like a track meet then try to act fancy

Horizontal dancing, I'm the real big stepper

Tone in my words, toting my brr

Call her a nerd (and make her giggle)

Then it's straight to clap and jiggle

I'm on my whore shit

Fuck everybody

Pedal to floor shit

Passing everybody

Custom wheels spin

It's by design yea

I got a new bih

But she ain't mine no

I met that bitch

She ride and sync

She really sick

She do it fit

She throw a fit

She going back

She throw it back

And then she sit

Woah

Woah

Woah

Remember way back in the day?

You know that we know that we had to get it for sure

So we got it in gold

Go, she gotta go

Woah

I turn that bitch to dog food yea

If you wanna let the dogs eat

Dogs food

Dog up and they hunt you

Fuck around wit the kid, you a pawn fool

Pulling strings, so you know I'm on my Geppetto

Ya'll went to my head, you get a letter

We strictly aiming "been the better"

Don't pay in cash, I know I'll get it back

40 hoes yea a plot

All this syrup in that cup, yea

Fuck around bih so what

I gotcho bitch and she wanna go back cause she up

I'm on my whore shit

Fuck everybody

Pedal to floor shit

Passing everybody

Custom wheels spin

It's by design yea

I got a new bih

But she ain't mine no

Fuck that hoe man she ain't got that shit

Ain't a little bitch

Fuck you thought it was it's Lucci man

Brr brr like I'm Gucci Mane

Huh, it's like I'm Gucci man

Ya I'm really rocking all these Gucci bags

I make that cash quick

I make that cash flip

Acrobatic she did a backflip

Ha she did a backflip

Bitch is crazy as fuck, batshit