WANTED Lyrics

I'm in the A with the steam like a boat

Elbow's pouring out the team like a money tote

Yeah it's full of fucking G's

And our garments say supreme so you know when we show you're gonna get the sour cream

Smelling like a bitch, drowned in that Tiffany

Rounds turned to rhymes big drums I got Timpani's

What the fucks a hit? Oh shit I got ten of these!

Bust 'em in the mouth motherfucker I got Tendencies

Catch me in the 8 double oh, one five then you double take catch your breathe when I walk by

Man I think the whip levitate the way it slide

Im giving y'all a break cuz I aint even in G5

The plane or the Benz

I dont got em so I need the advance and I've been shitting on fools I think I need some depends

Got the Mac and the tool I've been about my plans and I aint dropping out of school so lemme do my dance

I'm graduated so baby maybe I'm better than Ye

Im just playing put your mother fucking Twitter's away

Call it quits or take a chance can you keep my pace cuz

I ain't stopping till I pull up in a Cabriolet

I've been

Steady moving with the Gwamp Gang crew

We can groove shook and jive like an ethnic do

Call em

Taliban boys the way they moves

Putting IED tracks inside these ACO schools

Dum Dum Dada bitch I gotta lotta one G, double G, miss me with the Prada

I'm stone cold going for the whole enchilada nicknamed Pizza Boy for the way I move my product

Imma pull up to your door with a bottle and a model and Im always in the 3 so I'm going full throttle

Man I'm fitting all the homies in my Olecranon auto double G's upon my bottle so you know they gonna follow

Cologne is talking man it's stuttering G-G-GOD DAMN!

Better catch him before he gets his shit all over the map

Across the atlas a baptist of A-Co tracks and Imma stack this cabbage pizza payroll stacks

Who you think out fucking pizza'd the hut?

I was stove side counting pepperoni at dusk

On that make line kicking it with felons and thugs

28 my pep time and I was catching a buzz

Study hustle getting covered in that yellow dust

Had the homies moving dough in these CO fronts

Yeah the Ranch1 mean better look dont touch

Them boys are track meet fiends

You know these pens dont rust