WETTY Pt. 2 ft. Tblossom Lyrics

Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow

Everything Situated

We Know That

Real Shit

I got a bad lil bitch I was fucking

She know I got racks but she ain't getting nothing

After I hit I pass it to my cousin

Man this real life you gone think that I'm bluffing

Her nigga a lame and he don't do nothing

Shawty a dancer I met her she was clubbing

And she like play my favorite song

Wetty get the bitches all up out they thong

She like mel you the greatest

I'm steady rocking the latest

Before I made music they was tryna play us

Momma said boy you know you got some haters

I like the gun with the laser

This shit sting like a taser

Bro in the spot and he toting the razor

Shit get dark like Vader

All black tech with the all black fours bitch I'm tryna go on a hit

Stay with my gun like Rick and Morty

I been trapping since I was a shawty

I was broke and the bitches ignored me

Got a little bit of fame all these bitches adore me

She tried to play with my name in the comments

Like but I was just nutting all up on her bonnet

Run to the money like sonic

Block to hot like a comet

They like the way I be styling

Free all the bros off the island

I got some bros in the jails

And they still wilding

I'm tryna cop me some diamonds

Fuck having ice they know Mel savv still shining

Tryna get to the top I been grinding

And I cannot complain I don't got no time for the winding

I beat it up dick so good got her falling in love ( don't run don't run )

Can't come to my crib I can't give you that trust ( make her cum make her cum )

Tryna back door me you must smoke dust ( like uhh uh )

I'm off a yellow making stops like a bus

Pour a six in a two no I don't get drunk

Fuck from the back I be pulling her

Fuck from the back I be pulling her bun

And she live near the opps so I'm bringing my gun

Turn on the beam I made them niggas run

I don't care who you with you could die with your son

You was talking on bro im tryna make a blunt

Did this shit on my doley I ain't pulling stunts

Before all the sprinkles I was selling runtz

Nigga come to the back I ain't giving no

Nigga come to the back I ain't giving no fronts

i get the cash you could call me Cobain

But you cannot be my Marni

Look in her eyes and i tell her I'm sorry

Lil bro took a pill shit look like a smarty

Like when I get rich do a hit out a rarri

And I'm really on court don't die tryna guard me

Bow Bow Bow And I'm really on court don't die tryna guard me

I got the news about bro and it scarred me

Bitch I'm married to music

Man this shit apart me

We was riding in stoleys take a v from a car meet

Had love for some niggas now they wanna harm me

If I run outta food reload keep throwing

When I turn on the beam I'm screaming where you going

You could tell when I walk with the g cause it's poking

In the streets chasing bread why would I be loafing

got a bad lil bitch I was fucking

She know I got racks but she ain't getting nothing

After I hit I pass it to my cousin

Man this real life you gone think that I'm bluffing

Her nigga a lame and he don't do nothing

Shawty a dancer I met her she was clubbing

And she like play my favorite song

Wetty get the bitches all up out they thong

She like mel you the greatest

I'm steady rocking the latest

Before I made music they was tryna play us

Momma said boy you know you got some haters

I like the gun with the laser

This shit sting like a taser

Bro in the spot and he toting the razor

Shit get dark like Vader

All black tech with the all black fours bitch I'm tryna go on a hit

I'm dedicated to making this music

Like I put my all in this shit

Like I know they want me to quit

I ain't have no fucking starter kit

Like Who going harder than this

It's like shooting these guns when I'm making these songs cause you know I won't miss