"Wyoming" lyrics

(We in this— ro-ro—)
In Wyoming (Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick, how?)
In Wyoming, woah
Landed in Wyoming, yeah
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

I just landed in Wyoming (Say what?), and I just shot your big homie (Boop-boop-boop)
All these racks, racks all on me (All these racks, say what?)
All these racks, racks all on me (Pussy ass nigga, racks, racks, racks)

How the fuck your family put you in a production deal?
I don't care 'bout one mil', I got a lot of mil's
And I told Create, "You better up my money, up my deal"
And I told this bitch, "You better suck this dick for a hundred years"
Even when I'm deceased
I got so much money
White bitch, her name Lucy, she eat me up like hungry
Freaky nigga, I'm eatin' her booty, her butt
These niggas playing with me, just give me some months
Beat that bitch down, I beat that bitch down, that's some brunch
Two many vibes, she takin' her life, Dave Blunts (1-1-1-2-3, let's go)

I just landed in Wyoming and I just shot your big homie
All these racks, racks all on me
All these racks, racks all on me

I just shot your fuckin' big homie
I just shot your fuckin' big homie
I just shot your big homie
I just shot your big homie
What?