Wasabiiii Lyrics

Yeah

Aye

Turn this shit up a little

Yeah yeah yeah

Right there

Look

Ugh

I'm at the mall, balling out again

Got some homies, still trapped drawing out the pen

Lil brother, speed and crashed, crawling out the Benz

Bunch of lunatics, and misfits, no falling out with them

My day ones, blood Brothers, we can toast to that

Lawyers got the gun charge dropped, you ain't supposed to tap

Warrants coming back to my name, I ain't chose to cap

I prolly need to get em handled, we done closed the trap

A long time ago, made a business, off the lyricism

I'm a God fearing man, but never fear religion

Grandma disappointed in my lifestyles smeared decisions

Speaking bout me is what I'm good at, if you here to listen

Zip it, I'm coming through, with the speakers knocking

A hundred stages, in the year, just to keep ya watching

Baby ain't it funny, I'm from a time when the streets was popping

Now you getting shot over shoes, if they unleash the option

You don't wanna be hot

Not now

Wrong place, wrong time, ain't getting stomped down

A bunch of young boys, tryna prove they got pow

See the whip out front, they bound to let them shots sound

(Like what)

Bang

Bang, bang and you zombie

A dead man walking, Swiss cheese, and salami

They got the drop, on ya, downstairs at the lobby

Yeah you got the spice, a hot boy, fire, like Wasabi

Not pro shit, this hoe shit, nothing like Yakuza

Drive by with window down, and spray ya type of shooters

But that's the price, you pay, if they decide to use ya

For example, so watch what you doing, life can lose ya

Real quick, come, shining in the wrong place

Bound to pull your card, leave ya dying by the bronze case

Gotta watch yourself, seen them diamonds in the wrong face

Hard knocks you cut short, won't find ya until dawn, breaks

And it's too late, far too gone, to be corrected

Ice cold blood through the veins, they been neglected

By the system, politicians, deny it, cause they protected

And once the deed is done, you never be resurrected

So the facts is

Keep your head on a swivel

I've watched men kill each other, when they said it was civil

I know jealousy can come, just from flexing a little

Bit of bread, on the grill, when you just letting it sizzle

Ahh

You don't wanna be hot

Not now

Wrong place, wrong time, ain't getting stomped down

A bunch of young boys, tryna prove they got pow

See the whip out front, they bound to let them shots sound

(Like what)

Bang

Bang, bang and you zombie

A dead man walking, Swiss cheese, and salami

They got the drop, on ya, downstairs at the lobby

Yeah you got the spice, a hot boy, fire, like Wasabi