WYA ft. Bdot Pesos & Hariroc Lyrics

Ayy, what? What's going on?

What? Like what? What's going on?

What the fuck Hari Roc

Ha, yo, gah, gah

We can't beef, he broke as hell

Man, that nigga got no funds

I be trappin' when the moon out

I can't stop till I see sun

She be suckin' me so good nah she don't stop till she see cum

Ayy, on they block, fuck the cops

I see a op, I make him run

In the hood, lost so many bros that shit made me numb

Got my gun, he pick up his feet, think he Forrest Gump

I put a beam on the choppa

Car got hit, he got shot

Sent that boy straight to the doctor

Out on bail, he don't care

He on the block tryna look for the oppas

He was dissin' like he tough

Then he died, that shit was a shocker

Why they hate on me already

I ain't even make it yet

He keep rappin' bout these risks

He ain't even take it yet

Why he keep on playin' tough

556 gone leave you stretched

I can't leave this bitch alone

Cause she eat my dick the best

Hit her phone like where you at?

I can take you out fuck that nigga you with

His pockets ain't bigger than mine

She got me tight she knowing I wanna fuck

She tellin' me bout her sign

I'm on the block, police tryna pull me over

I am not payin' no fine

Bullets hit him in his head think he stressed out

He got some shit on his mind

Fuck what he saying

I know I'm the best out, if he don't say it, he lying

He threw a shot he ain't even hit a op

I still salute you for tryin

He got a toe tagged they ain't even tryna spin

They just salute him for dyin

Think he macho why he tryna stir the pot

FN with bullets, gon' fry him

Think he safe when he chillin' in the crib

I know a bitch who gon' line him

Her shit fat tryna get up on her ribs

She think I'm buyin' her diamonds

I just bought a watch and bust it down

I call it perfect timing

Brodie in the kitchen bustin' bricks

Hell nah, he don't do rhymin

I was in that jam and I was fucked up

I was eatin' ramen

Brodie sendin' niggas to the afterlife

Like he a shaman

Send him to the afterlife

Know he can't get back his life

When I nut, leave after right?

Locked in once, a opp is in my sight

30s 40s wit them beams, boy please put up that pocket knife

See a opp hang him over the balcony call him vanilla ice

We cookin' ops like stir fry

Boy don't play we on you like white on rice

Brodie sellin' coke in his Air Forces, his fit white on white

These niggas they be gay as hell and they 12

I call them them Dwight

I fuck the bitch then kick her out

She say she fine but she not aight

I put a beam on the choppa

Car got hit, he got shot

Sent that boy straight to the doctor

Out on bail, he don't care

He on the block tryna look for the oppas

He was dissin' like he tough

Then he died, that shit was a shocker

Why they hate on me already

I ain't even make it yet

He keep rappin' bout these risks

He ain't even take it yet

Why he keep on playin' tough

556 gone leave you stretched

I can't leave this bitch alone

Cause she eat my dick the best

Hit her phone like where you at?

Like a dyke you know I ain't gon' slide if I can't bring my strap

Don't believe this shit they sayin cause a lot of that shit cap

I can't work no nine to five cause I get paid for speaking facts

Nigga got his bitch location he don't know she on my lap

What what's going

BKM the gang like what

3OE the gang like what