Wya ft. Tdot2oppy & Bando G Lyrics

I fill up my cup puffin a bleeha

Know wassup move wok I detox

Merch I don't duck move first make beef hot huh

Send that addy he get got

2s up duffin jaws come n get me

Niggas b Buffin balls movin zesty

Parlay In the sec n get deady bring your besties

Then ya gotta (go)

Cuz I gotta skate

Kartier calling N I'm running late

Gotta fill up my pockets dub fun any day

Get some bread coming back home shlappin cake uh

Throw it back for da queso

Dissin the rillas in raps shit ain't fuego

Outside stompin blocks like Diego

Like where the fuck do ya be

I'm on they side tryna drop A MB

And we up ina loop tell 'em come see

call up kp tryna flick at a ski

It's a three man glide when we bend thru they pzz !

Might spin with a baddie flocking out the v

Ya throw at the back board thinking it was me

I could never be lacking ya could come And see glahh

Spin And click until somebody bleeding

Nigga thought i was lacking but i peep em

Bam ina cut And you know dat he creeping

Calling up bando you know thats the demon

Shots to his chest leave a nigga wheezing

Catch me a Ewee leave that nigga bleeding

Catch me a Ewee leave that nigga bleeding

If he run then the laser gon chase him

Said he trend so I'm flockin a blazer

Rolling up markie I smoke him in paper

Too many knocks something gotta beam

We ain't doin no wrestling Becky could speak

Two rights and a left is all we really need

We cuttin them corners walkin through the pzz

He keep talkin hot he'll end up in a splizz

You dirty lil niggas really is some fiends

I'd make y'all mother lick me on her knees

111 be the lands we movin as a team

And let's talk the facts cuz you know Bando B

Ddot got stomped for thinkin shit was sweet

Gbaby caught one and thought that we ain't peep

Still free pimmy makks is gettin beat

We breakin up party's fuck a Three man weave