Wyd ?

Yeah, yeah, I get these racks on me
Yo' bitch wan' fuck on me
Run up on me, you get hit homie
Yo' pockets skinny, yeah, they boney
Niggas be cappin', yeah, they bologna
'Member was trapping at
Hit from the back, now that bitch moaning
I walk in the trap with a .9
A nigga run up, then his ass finna die
I keep me that .9, boy you know don’t lie
These hoes they be stalking, yeah they be some flies
I can’t fuck with niggas, you niggas despise
I’m high, if I jump and I run, I could glide
I walk in this bitch with the glick by my side
I hit from the back, and I’m grabbin' her thigh
I’m gettin' that money, I’m gettin' that bag
These niggas be hatin', I know that they mad
I just seen yo girl, you crying, you sad
I just sold a perc' to a nigga named «Chad»
I feel like I’m DooWop, you know that I’m glad
I’m shooting out the, like DJ Flash
Feel like Comethazine, I bought a new Jag
I’m whipin' a mustang, you whippin' a stag
What are you doing? (Uh)
Run up on me, whatchu doing? (Uh)
I just be shooting (Uh)
I know some niggas that’s shooting (Uh) (Grrta)
Slam in that bitch, Patrick Ewing (Uh)
She open her mouth, like communion (Yuh)
Yeah, I’m with my gang, with my union (Uh)
We sendin' them rockets, like Houston (Yuh)
Yeah, Yeah, I get these racks on me
Yo' bitch wan' fuck on me
Run up on me, you get hit homie
Yo' pockets skinny, yeah, they bony
Niggas be cappin', yeah, they bologna
'Member was trapping at
Hit from the back, now that bitch moaning