"Wyo" lyrics
(Al Geno on the track)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Whole lotta trap shit 'cause that's my occupation (My occupation)
Know, know I'm servin' junkies like a doctor do his patient (Say what?)
Got two twenty on the dash, I switch gears for acceleration (Vroom)
Countin' racks up while my phone ring, fuckin' up my concentration (What you on?)
Slingin' P's, AR-15 ridin' clean (What you on?)
Trap, trappin' with the scale, got paraphernalia on my ring (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' real exotic gas and bustin' bricks down with the team (Bustin')
Sippin' Wockhardt in my fast car as I fly above the speed (Wop, wop, what you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Whole lotta trap shit 'cause that's my occupation (My occupation)
Know, know I'm servin' junkies like a doctor do his patient (Say what?)
Got two twenty on the dash, I switch gears for acceleration (Vroom)
Countin' racks up while my phone ring, fuckin' up my concentration (What you on?)
Slingin' P's, AR-15 ridin' clean (What you on?)
Trap, trappin' with the scale, got paraphernalia on my ring (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' real exotic gas and bustin' bricks down with the team (Bustin')
Sippin' Wockhardt in my fast car as I fly above the speed (Wop, wop, what you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Ain't no secret, bitch, you know what's goin' on (On)
Bunch of guns, dope, exotic gas gettin' blown (Blown)
Bunch of clientele, bricks and bales gettin' sold
Bunch of fast cars, VVs with the racks, it don't fold (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
Bunch of trap shit up in here goin' on (What you on?)
