WYO Lyrics

(Blizzy on the track, Bitch)

When I'm gripping her dome, I like when she moan

Cause it sound like a song and I might sing along

The smell of the burning of blunts of the strong

I ain't rolling leaves with no stems or no holes

Matter of fact I got seeds so I'm gone get em growing

Two shotties, a rotty

It's sad for your bones, if you come to my home I don't know what you on

Can't fuck with them niggas, them niggas ain't with you

No real in them niggas, they all some pretenders

I've been on a mission, they know that I'm with it

Everything I do different, I know that I'm gifted

Every time that I step out, they know that I'm fitted

Everything that you try to do, know that I did it

I did it, you trippin', you think that I didn't

I'm getting and getting it's all with the vision

You mad hating on me cause your bitch is with me

Here go a tissue, you got some issues

If you wanna shoot it out, I got a pistol

It don't hold 30, that bitch hold 50

It get filthy, I'm counting hundreds, it's far from the 50s

Only real niggas with me, and we play games, you wanna get silly

Ain't in no Hellcat but the Caddy purrrr

You hating on me and know all the words

I'm getting paper like books with all the nerds

Can't stop me, coming for everything I deserve

I don't tweet no more, leave that for the birds

Smoking Jeepers creepers', bud reek like a turd

Truth, I ain't trying to splurge, I know the worth

I ain't no sheep and if you are, then look, then go to herd

In my feelings, I be simping, but I won't never be a Simpson

And the rims on my whip glisten, I know I'm lit, fuck your opinion

I know I'm lit, so I won't listen

I fold the stick, with the extension

I got to get to where I'm getting

I hit a lick and I'm lickity splitting

When I'm gripping her dome, I like when she moan

Cause it sound like a song and I might sing along

And the smell of the burning of blunts of the strong

I ain't rolling leaf's with no stems or no holes

Matter of fact I got seeds so I'm gone get them growing

Two shotty's, a Rotti, it's sad for your bones

If you come to my home, I don't know what you on

Can't fuck with them niggas, them niggas ain't with you

No, really, them niggas, they all some pretenders

I've been on a mission, they know that I'm with it

Everything I do different, I know that I'm gifted

I ain't never trip when I know what I'm getting

But when you get to re-nigging, that's when I start tripping

And shit get to flipping

I'm trying to get to the bread, how do you not get the picture

I'm finna roll all my feelings up in this OG Swisher

When I'm gripping her dome, I like when she moan

Cause it sound like a song and I might sing along

And the smell of the burning of blunts of the strong

I ain't rolling leaf's with no stems or no holes

Matter of fact I got seeds so I'm gone get them growing

Two shotty's, a Rotti, it's sad for your bones

If you come to my home I don't know what you on