"w.i.y.h." lyrics

(Red Drum on the beat)
(DJ Flipp, make the money flip)
What? What?

I pull up then let 'em have it (Brrt)
Ooh, pull out that automatic (Frrt)
Aim it then shoot it like target practice (Bang)
Hittin' all shots, we want all the static (What?)
I came from the dirt like a fucking maverick (Yeah)
Ooh, big karats, just robbed a rabbit (What?)
Ooh, no addict, I gotta have it (What?)
Asked lil' baby why she was mad, huh
She couldn't say (What? What?)
She couldn't say (Yeah)
Baby, I wanna know, what's in your head? (Yeah)
Ooh, what's in your head? Yeah
Fucked the lil' bitch 'til she dead
Uh, yeah, get in my bed, ooh
She wanna ride me like pegs
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah (What? What?)

Baby, tell what you thinking about
You know we got it, baby girl, don't you pout (Yeah)
Not gon' leave you, I'm not in then I'm out (Yeah)
Big racks, I just bought her a pouch (Yeah)
Take you home and fuck you right on the couch (Yeah)
Sloppy top, I want that moppy mouth (Yeah)
She booted up, she got that molly mouth (Ooh, yeah)
I'm tired of fucking these lil' bitty bitches
I wanna come see what your mama 'bout (What? What?)
I don't wanna see what this drama 'bout (What? What?)
A nigga talk shit, then I stomp him out (What? What?)
I might just pull up to your mama house (What? What?)
You dig?
Shoot everyone up but the kids (What? What?)
You said that I wouldn't, I did (What? What?)
I want blue hundreds, that's it (What? What? Yeah)

(Yeah)
Know it's been a lot, the party on me
Baby, come and get it, I got what you need (Woah, woah)

I pull up then let 'em have it (Brrt)
Ooh, pull out that automatic (Frrt)
Aim it then shoot it like target practice (Bang)
Hittin' all shots, we want all the static (What?)
I came from the dirt like a fucking maverick (Yeah)
Ooh, big karats, just robbed a rabbit (What?)
Ooh, no addict, I gotta have it (What?)
Asked lil' baby why she was mad, huh
She couldn't say (What? What?)
She couldn't say (Yeah)
Baby, I wanna know, what's in your head? (Yeah)
Ooh, what's in your head? Yeah
Fucked the lil' bitch 'til she dead
Uh, yeah, get in my bed, ooh
She wanna ride me like pegs
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah (What? What?)

Big racks on your head (Ooh, woah)
And my wrist game mean, I'm light years ahead (Woah)
I put it on some hoes (Woah)
Put on for my bros (Woah)
And you know I feel the world revolve around 'round the bankroll (Woah)
Sippin' on some Hi-Tech, it got me movin' slow (Woah, woah)
My niggas from the projects, they love to see me glow (Woah, woah)
A lot of them be thinking I don't fuck with them no more (Yeah)
It ain't nothin like that, just gotta focus on my own (Yeah-yeah)

(Yeah)
I said, it ain't nothin like that, I gotta focus on my own
If you was in my shoes, would you kill or be done?

I pull up then let 'em have it (Brrt)
Ooh, pull out that automatic (Frrt)
Aim it then shoot it like target practice (Bang)
Hittin' all shots, we want all the static (What?)
I came from the dirt like a fucking maverick (Yeah)
Ooh, big karats, just robbed a rabbit (What?)
Ooh, no addict, I gotta have it (What?)
Asked lil' baby why she was mad, huh
She couldn't say (What? What?)
She couldn't say (Yeah)
Baby, I wanna know, what's in your head? (Yeah)
Ooh, what's in your head? Yeah
Fucked the lil' bitch 'til she dead
Uh, yeah, get in my bed, ooh
She wanna ride me like pegs
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah (What? What?)