WYGD Lyrics

What you gone do when we hop out and walk ya ass down

With them motherfucking blickies nothing

Remember that time when I caught ya like

Gimme that fye lil bra you got stick for nothing

Like half of the time niggas really ain't wit the beef shit

Niggas ain't stepping on nothing

Half of the time niggas really ain't wit the beef shit

Niggas ain't stepping on nothing

Uh Uh niggas ain't stepping on nothing

See I got this shit from lil 7 fuck a smith and Wesson

That Glock gon do something

See l live my life like the reverend I'm giving em hope

And I slide on my something

See l live my life like the reverend I'm giving em hope

I walk em down wit that motherfucking pole

Thought he was dead and that motherfucking toting

Snub nose that .45 cold

I sold a truckload of dope on that boat

I feel like Da Baby 2 line that 2 line made me

Fuck shit we on that daily

I want them Cho Cho's that cho drive me crazy

I want Cho Cho's that cho drive me crazy

What you gon do for that motherfucking paper

Boy is you gon with that stick make em pay ya

Fuck it I put a ten on his tater

Fuck it how you gone play wit a playa

Fuck it bulletproof Truck like the mayor

Fuck it big ass chain why the fuck would I tuck it

He talking smoke but you know I ain't ducking

What you gon do when we hop out and walk ya ass down

With them muthafucking blickies nothing

Remember that time when I caught ya like

Gimme stick lil bra you got stick for nothing

Like half of the time niggas really ain't wit the beef shit

Niggas ain't stepping on nothing

Half of the time niggas really ain't wit the beef shit

Niggas ain't stepping on nothing

If ya stepping it's a role call

Knock a nigga nose off

They like what the fuck you on Dog

I be on the bullshit like O-Dog

Them M's on the way dog

Gettin niggas knocked off

Don't call my phone dog

What you gon do bout it

Knock off yo crew bout it

You gotta new body

Bragging on two, but my crew gotta few bodies

I'm rocking rings like a championship

Pick the hoe up and don't even lift

She doin tricks like Olympics in here

I got percocets In me I'm trippin in here

Oh pull up Amiri on him I got racks in my pockets no skinnies on him

Oh I'm goin up on these shrimps

All these labels been callin don't talk about them

Oh they don't wanna talk about him

How he walk lil bra down they didn't get back for him

They put insurance on him how the fuck you gon get on the net lil bra trippin

Oh nothing but some Rock Krew drip nigga playing one trip got…

Ahhh (Run it back)

Nothing but some Rock Krew drip

I ain't playing wit these shrimps I'll sink a nigga ship

I been counting bands on a Lear

Jeff say he snuck on the plane wit a fifth

I ain't rap beefing with these shrimps

I'm tryna put the whole gang on a blimp

What you gone do when we hop out and walk ya ass down

With them muthafucking blickies nothing

Remember that time when I caught ya like

Gimme stick lil bra you got stick for nothing

Like half of the time niggas really ain't wit the beef shit

Niggas ain't stepping on nothing

Half of the time niggas really ain't wit the beef shit

Niggas ain't stepping on nothing