"Wilt" lyrics

[BabyDrill:]
(Hitmaka)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Huh-huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

They wan' talk pape' 'til we told they ain't havin' enough
Pull up a hundred, Wilt Chamberlain on 'em
Punch on the boy like I'm Adrien Broner
Dumb, dumb, dumb, and dumber
Pack get low, then I'm frontin' my uncle
Drac' sound off, nigga sound like thunder
I got a Track' and a 'Cat and a TRX
Nigga, pink slip gang, I own it

[Babyfxce E:]
Know Walkdown Gang, we on shit (At all)
I wear that shit so much, my fans came Chrome 'fit (You know?), nigga
If you that nigga for real, you ain't even gotta lie to your bitch (What else?)
And if you that bitch for real, you ain't gotta pop that cat for shit (Pop)

[Babyfxce E:]
Hopped out 'Cat and hopped in 'Vette (Brrt), I got a hundred on my neck (What else?)
I got a hundred in my Goyard and I got a hundred in my TEC (Brratt)
Just like black and white, got niggas that got stripes, fuck a ref (It's real)
With a bitch so bad, her pussy pink like Peppa Pig (It's pink)
I'm accurate with the fin, if I don't smack you, then you blessed (Spank)
Turn around and spank his ass just like a pack of cigs (Come here), huh
You pape' watchin' (Uh-uh), instead of fixin' your pape' problems (Dumb ass)
You face green, my face green, we ain't got the same problems (Different)
My nose snotty too, gang, so don't try to slime me (Slime)
I up some racks, I'ma get a text like, "Fxce, we found him"

[BabyDrill:]
They wan' talk pape' 'til we told they ain't havin' enough
Pull up a hundred, Wilt Chamberlain on 'em (Wilt)
Punch on the boy like I'm Adrien Broner (Come here)
Dumb, dumb, dumb, and dumber
Pack get low, then I'm frontin' my uncle
Drac' sound off, nigga sound like thunder (Grrah)
I got a Track' and a 'Cat and a TRX
Nigga, pink slip gang, I own it (BabyDrill)

[Babyfxce E:]
Know Walkdown Gang, we on shit (We don't do that)
I wear that shit so much, my fans came Chrome 'fit (You know?), nigga
If you that nigga for real, you ain't even gotta lie to your bitch (On bro)
And if you that bitch for real, you ain't gotta pop that cat for shit (Pop, pop)

[BabyDrill:]
And if you that nigga for real, you ain't gotta do shit but send a blitz (Come here)
I put sixty on my bitch, I bang that five, you'd think she Crippin' (Brr)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I put fifty inside my earlobe, nigga, fifty inside of my joggers, huh (Another one)
Fifty on one of your partners, huh (Another one), nigga play dead like he a possum, bitch (Come here)
Huh, double cup get filled to the rim
Just popped me a seal, tryna see what it taste like
Freak bitch on the way to the crib
So I'ma bend that ass over, tryna see what it feel like (Big body)
Sneak diss on that, I ain't even gon' talk bad, I'm tryna see what the kill like
D1 athlete, had hoop dreams
Picked up the fye, went hood league
I'll be damned, I leave without that pole (I'll be damned)
Too slime, gotta watch your nose (Slatt)
Ten deep, we at Copper Cove (Ten deep)
Me and bros and all the hoes
Keep that backend, let 'em go
I still get 'bows for the low
Ship that shit right way through the— okay then

[Babyfxce E:]
Know Walkdown Gang, we on shit (We don't do that)
I wear that shit so much, my fans came Chrome 'fit (You know?), nigga
If you that nigga for real, you ain't even gotta lie to your bitch (On bro)
And if you that bitch for real, you ain't gotta pop that cat for shit (Pop, pop)

[BabyDrill:]
They wan' talk pape' 'til we told they ain't havin' enough
Pull up a hundred, Wilt Chamberlain on 'em
Punch on the boy like I'm Adrien Broner
Dumb, dumb, dumb, and dumber
Pack get low, then I'm frontin' my uncle
Drac' sound off, nigga sound like thunder
I got a Track' and a 'Cat and a TRX
Nigga, pink slip gang, I own it