Wack! Lyrics

What, what

What, what, what, yeah

I said

His hair

Wack

His gear

Wack

His jewelry

Wack

His foot stance

Wack

The way he talks

Wack

The way he doesn't even like to laugh

Wack

Me

I'm tight as fuck

I'm tight as fuck

Yeah

He the one you want

I'm the one you need

He ask what you like

Imma take the lead

I'm not tryna sweep you

I'm just tryna reach you

I'm the one that's talking to yo soul tryna teach you

Gucci had Keyshia

Obama had Michelle

Lebron had Savannah

All of 'em prevailed

The older that I get

The more I understand

You gotta have nuts

If you wanna be the man

His hair

Wack

His gear

Wack

His jewelry

Wack

His foot stance

Wack

The way he talks

Wack

The way he doesn't even like to laugh

Wack

Me

I'm tight as fuck

I'm tight as fuck

I write hella raps

I read hella books

He be in the mirror

Focused on his looks

I be going hard

Tryna win at life

He be on his phone

Fishing for some likes

I don't call back

Barely even text

Hard to find time

Getting all these checks

He always be free

So he quick to reply

But do you wanna man

Or just another guy

His hair

Wack

His gear

Wack

His jewelry

Wack

His foot stance

Wack

The way he talks

Wack

The way he doesn't even like to laugh

Wack

Me

I'm tight as fuck

His hair, wack

His gear, wack

His jewelry, wack

His foot stance, wack

The way that he talks, wack

The way that he doesn't even like to smile, wack

Me, I'm tight as fuck