WYA Lyrics

Huh, yeah, catch them niggas

Yeah, catch them niggas

Yeah, yeah

I tell D to get that lo' and when I go he get in with me

I do shit you ain't seen before, I'm the only one that can bring in 50

I was the one in school with the 30 on me and it came with a brand new switchy

Pussy nigga, he ran up iffy, how he disdin' them niggas missed me

Switch on the back of the Glock when he catch him a opp

Leave Red spots on em' no Hickey

How you gon' say you a do it, you been

Got shot in the feds, nigga, you turned Mickey

Can't go for no backdoor shit, I'ma blow at a hoe

Soon asshit get tricky, ask my nigga why he still ain't cuff no hoes

Said, Joe, I just love my blicky

Niggas keep sendin' them Hail Marys at us

So you know it aint shit we pick em'

Don't diss from the jail, I'll send them snacks

And my niggas gon' really stick em'

Uh, I feel like Screwly, I swing that door

Shit, put a X on a nigga, that 40 hit him and it left his ass with a O

That's my favorite game, come on, let's play

Niggas call that tic-tac-toe

Niggas can't ask me shit, bout earnin no striped

Cause the real no joe gone blow

All that talk like niggas spankin' shit

Try the one tryna tie that score

Ask my nigga, he said he keep that pole up

One tryna grab two more

Half my niggas had died up in this shit

I'm sick, bitch, I'm our hope

If you ain't jump on with us, you can't come now

Tell a bro don't hang that rope

Roll it up again, won't say no name

But you know his lil' ass got smoked

Hit that blunt a couple times

I hit that ghost and it made me choke

I ain't talk to 3 in a minute

He too deep in it, he never spoke

Bitch was hollerin' ran wit his pole

That's the last time they seen him woke, nigga

Yeah, that's the last time they seen him woke, nigga

Pulled up on a nigga, he talkin' tough

He ain't pullin' no triggers

Thought we had a lick, said he the plug

He ain't had no jiggers

He ain't shot no gun, or caught no hat

Then he can't go with us

Get em for the green, they say it's up

I know some go-getters

Don't stop by my house when we in the whip

If we got a hoe with us

Get kicked out the V, go get a lift

We can't take no pictures

What you know about

Smokin' both niggas

Yeah, come on

They scared to come outside

You know what you did, kid

Come get this belt, no, you can't hide

I be droppin', yeah

I made it out this shit alive

Only better feelin

If I coulda did it with the guys

Say their names, gotta get up with you

Shit ain't no surprise

He your opp, and you ain't tried to kill him

You a bitch in my eyes

I know half these niggas fed

Gotta keep a snitch, nigga, off my lives

He a pussy-ass nigga

So I think we might gotta hit his ass nine times

Im finna wrap this lil' shit up

Too much pump fakin' from a hoe-ass nigga

That's why I'ma hit him up

Come all through that shit and do that shit

Gon' pick them niggas up

Seven to six, but that ain't shit

Lil' bro said time to run this up, nigga

Hell no, Kay Man movin slow

goddamn look at his cup, nigga

He was off that lean

But he was still tryna hit them cuts, nigga

You see us comee through

By the way we shoot, you know it's us, nigga

Said he smokin' Kay

Tryna put them niggas all in the dutch nigga

Might rock number eight

Cause all them days I had to clutch, nigga

Every single day I'm feelin' great

My money up, nigga

Every day I smoke shit to the face

Get high as fuck, nigga

Only time we run from the Jakes

Rest of y'all get bussed, nigga