"WYDT" lyrics
(This a Wayne beat)
Gotta quarter million dollars, I got-aight
Yeah, Ghetto Boy shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Broke ass nigga, what you do today?
Alright
Ghetto Boy shit, free the whole ghetto
Broke ass nigga, what you do today?
I just bought a pint of Tris, I'm finna do an eight
Ten thousand on a jogging fit, it's a Louis day
I got so much LV on, call me Louie Ray
That's my blood brother
Me and C just drunk a pint, that's my mud brother
My nigga fightin' for his life, he served an undercover
I beat bitches back in, I don't go under covers
I don't kiss and tell, I don't pillow talk
Five thousand, all blues'll get your killer bought
Fifty thousand, all hunnids, he think he gettin' off
That's just small pape'
I need insurance on this pint, call Allstate
And I don't know how to cut hair, but I give bald fades
Pull up on your bitch and give my balls ate
I'm finna pull up with a brick and give 'em all shake
Da Young OG, bitch I talk more shit than dog face
This a new year, this a new pint
Went to Wafi, six hundred, I got new ice
In a 680 Maybach with the blue lights
I rather gamble buyin' fake drank, I don't shoot dice
My nigga shot a crib up, they gave him two lifes
Supercharger on a V truck, I just flew by
I've been up for six days like I do ice
Quarter million dollars rap money, I made that tonight
On a eight hour pass, I made a quarter million
I hope I don't go to hell for abortin' children
Damn, you ain't had no Actavis? I drunk a four in prison
Bring the AR pistol in the club, I'm an important nigga
I wore Dior in prison
Baby, what you want, a purse? I'll Dior your Christian
Came home, made "RIO FREE," it took me forty minutes
Nigga ask Will
I got a thousand Percocets, only half real
But we ain't use no fentanyl, they just Advil
Twelve hours free, I made a half mill
I can't believe you told the bitch to pay half the bills
Count the money with my eyes closed, I got mad skills
I'm a scram scraper
The way I'm living, I might make a hundred grand later
I don't know bro
Ain't had no 'pape when I caught this case, I went pro-bono
Just cracked a seal, drunk a four, now I'm moving slo-mo
And I don't drink them Act pops I heard its clo-clo
I beat my bitch ass in broad day, she called the po-po
I can't believe this bitch tried to get me violated
.308 hit him in his head, now its annihilated
I hit her raw, nine months ago, she said she dilating
Found a grower on the West Coast, I'm tryna buy an acre
Gotta quarter million dollars, I got-aight
Yeah, Ghetto Boy shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Broke ass nigga, what you do today?
Alright
Ghetto Boy shit, free the whole ghetto
Broke ass nigga, what you do today?
I just bought a pint of Tris, I'm finna do an eight
Ten thousand on a jogging fit, it's a Louis day
I got so much LV on, call me Louie Ray
That's my blood brother
Me and C just drunk a pint, that's my mud brother
My nigga fightin' for his life, he served an undercover
I beat bitches back in, I don't go under covers
I don't kiss and tell, I don't pillow talk
Five thousand, all blues'll get your killer bought
Fifty thousand, all hunnids, he think he gettin' off
That's just small pape'
I need insurance on this pint, call Allstate
And I don't know how to cut hair, but I give bald fades
Pull up on your bitch and give my balls ate
I'm finna pull up with a brick and give 'em all shake
Da Young OG, bitch I talk more shit than dog face
This a new year, this a new pint
Went to Wafi, six hundred, I got new ice
In a 680 Maybach with the blue lights
I rather gamble buyin' fake drank, I don't shoot dice
My nigga shot a crib up, they gave him two lifes
Supercharger on a V truck, I just flew by
I've been up for six days like I do ice
Quarter million dollars rap money, I made that tonight
On a eight hour pass, I made a quarter million
I hope I don't go to hell for abortin' children
Damn, you ain't had no Actavis? I drunk a four in prison
Bring the AR pistol in the club, I'm an important nigga
I wore Dior in prison
Baby, what you want, a purse? I'll Dior your Christian
Came home, made "RIO FREE," it took me forty minutes
Nigga ask Will
I got a thousand Percocets, only half real
But we ain't use no fentanyl, they just Advil
Twelve hours free, I made a half mill
I can't believe you told the bitch to pay half the bills
Count the money with my eyes closed, I got mad skills
I'm a scram scraper
The way I'm living, I might make a hundred grand later
I don't know bro
Ain't had no 'pape when I caught this case, I went pro-bono
Just cracked a seal, drunk a four, now I'm moving slo-mo
And I don't drink them Act pops I heard its clo-clo
I beat my bitch ass in broad day, she called the po-po
I can't believe this bitch tried to get me violated
.308 hit him in his head, now its annihilated
I hit her raw, nine months ago, she said she dilating
Found a grower on the West Coast, I'm tryna buy an acre
