"WWVD" lyrics

Put a bag on niggas' head
Put a bag on niggas' head

Put a bag on niggas' head without trying to
Talk game get him dead and I got you
You a bitch and you know the one who shot you
You ain't get no get-back, what would Von do?

Told the teacher I'ma shine, said, "Stop dreamin'"
How a nigga dodge the feds they ain't wanna see it?
Fuck you, come and catch me in a Lamborghini
Had to let my wrist breathe I was tired of freezing

I won't let my life leave, always tote a semi
Always tote a Glock, shake some, I'ma bust like a soda pop
Niggas playing both sides, boy you know you opp
For you it'll be no tomorrow

Why'd he spin the Glock? Already told 'em, "Stop." Don't wanna stop
Put a bougie bitch in Chanel with her toes out
Murder that she wrote, it's a murder I don't know 'bout

Dreams of arenas and friends it was
Dreams of arenas and friends it was sold out
Pour up Codeine on PJs just to doze off
Society labeled me menace like O Dog
Chain got too many boogers, need a nose job

Aye, group of pretty bitches, I just lust, y'all
Let me take you on a date, all four of y'all
Fuck L2CSI3, yeah
I'm the type to spin for my respect, I never need a job

Put a bag on niggas' head without trying to
Talk game get him dead and I got you
You a bitch and you know the one who shot you
You ain't get no get-back, what would Von do?

Told the teacher I'ma shine, said "Stop dreamin'"
How a nigga dodge the feds they ain't wanna see it?
Fuck you, come and catch me in a Lamborghini
Had to let my wrist breathe I was tired of freezing