"wifi" lyrics

Fee

Man, I'm not with that net shit
Wi-Fi, hop out, bullet's connecting (Bop, bop, bop)
Whip out that Glocky, now he confessing (Gang)
Scope out that lil' nigga, no, I'm not guessing
Double R, pushing the set, my profession
I'm EBK, I don't give a fuck what you reppin'
Going to the top, nigga, I'm destined
When I think about the G.O.A.T, I just look at my reflection (Go, gang)

Hold on, hold on, nigga, who you?
With a fire on me right now, what you want to do?
I can run up that bag faster than you
Fuck around, add a drum mag to the Glock too (Grah, bah, bah)
Man, these lil' niggas copy everything that I do
You hear my chain in the stu (On God)
I brought that pack with me when I flew
He flexing that Runts bag, but it's fu
Put that boy on a plate for spreading fake fu (Bah, bah)
My twin got a Drac' if a nigga come too
Red flag on that Drac' and that bitch say "Woo"
Red-faced car get you whacked by a blue
Choppa straighten my arm, put the strap on it too

Man, I'm not with that net shit
Wi-Fi, hop out, bullet's connecting (Bop, bop, bop)
Whip out that Glocky, now he confessing (Gang)
Scope out that lil' nigga, no, I'm not guessing
Double R, pushing the set my profession
I'm EBK, I don't give a fuck what you reppin'
Going to the top, nigga, I'm destined
When I think about the G.O.A.T, I just look at my reflection (Go)