
WYA Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
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