"WYTWGH" lyrics
(feat. Big Homiie G)
What you thought was gon' happen?
Bitch, I'm a G and a P
I can't be going for nothing
You can't get nothing out of me
What you thought was gonna happen?
You know my bitch, she the action
I don't pay for pussy, why you asking?
I might say I love you but I'm macking
Aye, what you thought was gonna happen?
If I ain't in the booth, then I'm riding around trapping
My young niggas will flip you in traffic
I'll give you a rack if you catch me lacking
What you thought was gonna happen?
Nigga reach for this ice, get put up like an attic
Riding with a baddie and she holding my ratchet
Never say, "No."
Always do what I'm asking
She can't fuck with me if she gonna be bragging
She gotta shut up, I got the static
I used to sleep on the pissy mattress
Now I wake up in a fucking mansion
This ice come from Waffler, these diamonds dancing
I just want some head, I can't be romantic
Lil bro up the switch, everybody panic
When he went to squeeze, everybody vanish
Spent $2,500 on a Supreme jacket
Still in my closet, ain't even wear it
I just said that just to sound heavy
He a shrimp
Ain't made what I spent on fashion
Shorty smoke Blacks, that ain't attractive
This bankroll fat, I count it backwards
Ain't talking pistols
Stick got attachments
Said she don't drive Lyft, bitch catch a taxi
I'm feeling like Meech in this photo coupe
Fresh as fuck every day, it's a photo shoot
I might sell you a P, hit the vocal booth
You might tell on a nigga, tell the truth
You look like that what you finna do
I had a foe pull up and finish you
They get to hitting out of three-ninety-twos
On your block with the stick out the roof
What you thought was gonna happen?
Bitch, I'm a G and a P
I can't be going for nothing
You can't get nothing out of me
What you thought was gonna happen?
You know my bitch, she the action
I don't pay for pussy, why you asking?
I might say I love you but I'm macking
Aye, what you thought was gonna happen?
If I ain't in the booth, then I'm riding around trapping
My young nigga will flip you in traffic
I'll give you a rack if you catch me lacking
What you thought was gonna happen?
Nigga reach for this ice, get put up like an attic
Riding with a baddie and she holding my ratchet
Never say,"No."
Always do what I'm asking
Bitch, I'm a G and a P
I can't be going for nothing
You can't get nothing out of me
What you thought was gonna happen?
You know my bitch, she the action
I don't pay for pussy, why you asking?
I might say I love you but I'm macking
Aye, what you thought was gonna happen?
If I ain't in the booth, then I'm riding around trapping
My young niggas will flip you in traffic
I'll give you a rack if you catch me lacking
What you thought was gonna happen?
Nigga reach for this ice, get put up like an attic
Riding with a baddie and she holding my ratchet
Never say, "No."
Always do what I'm asking
She can't fuck with me if she gonna be bragging
She gotta shut up, I got the static
I used to sleep on the pissy mattress
Now I wake up in a fucking mansion
This ice come from Waffler, these diamonds dancing
I just want some head, I can't be romantic
Lil bro up the switch, everybody panic
When he went to squeeze, everybody vanish
Spent $2,500 on a Supreme jacket
Still in my closet, ain't even wear it
I just said that just to sound heavy
He a shrimp
Ain't made what I spent on fashion
Shorty smoke Blacks, that ain't attractive
This bankroll fat, I count it backwards
Ain't talking pistols
Stick got attachments
Said she don't drive Lyft, bitch catch a taxi
I'm feeling like Meech in this photo coupe
Fresh as fuck every day, it's a photo shoot
I might sell you a P, hit the vocal booth
You might tell on a nigga, tell the truth
You look like that what you finna do
I had a foe pull up and finish you
They get to hitting out of three-ninety-twos
On your block with the stick out the roof
What you thought was gonna happen?
Bitch, I'm a G and a P
I can't be going for nothing
You can't get nothing out of me
What you thought was gonna happen?
You know my bitch, she the action
I don't pay for pussy, why you asking?
I might say I love you but I'm macking
Aye, what you thought was gonna happen?
If I ain't in the booth, then I'm riding around trapping
My young nigga will flip you in traffic
I'll give you a rack if you catch me lacking
What you thought was gonna happen?
Nigga reach for this ice, get put up like an attic
Riding with a baddie and she holding my ratchet
Never say,"No."
Always do what I'm asking
