CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wack Something(Lyrics)
E-energy made this one
Four cars deep in them blocks trynna' wack something
n***a I ain't getting in that whip unless the straps coming
I could give a f**k if it was blood, I'd wack cousin
In the kitchen cooking *shhh*, got the *ah'* jumpin'
Cutty cuttin' up all through traffic coming back from it
You ain't even flipped nun' out that pack what you get back from em'? *Pssstt*
Please let me know, never in my life been the type that'll stress a hoe
Blicky on me, I'll punch yo' ass but we ain't wrestling tho'
My feign told me he ain't trynna' buy it but he'll test the dope
*Wooo*
This n***a siked out, hit a n***a block broad day it's a wipe out
When we postin' in jets, bro on the roof it's a snipe out
The blicky's that we totin' knocking power and life out (damn)
I'm just sayin' it could get icky, b*t*h when we f**king watch yo' lips ion' do hickies
Go nowhere without it, I rock and roll with my blicky
I even take a sh*t with it, it's on me when I sleep
Bro coming off the hip with it, he up it 'fore you blink
Them n***as at the store, goofy as f**k what did they think?
My b*t*h rockin' Dior, you won't catch her in no Pink
And I ain't pay for this one, shout out Nico for the beat
They like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
They like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
*woohh*
It's my turny-urn
b*t*h couldn't even get my d**k hard, I pulled out earthy-worm
b*t*h like when you seein' me again I'm like the thirty-third
You for the streets, I had to kick you to the curby-urb
Slap a b*t*h for mouthing my sh*t wrong, b*t*h learn the words
I'll curve a thousand b*t*hes but won't curve them birds
And R.I.P. my n***a Tray we gettin' turnt for days
She like how you f**king me this long? I'm off a perky-erk
How the f**k you n***as killas'? Y'all ain't dropped sh*t
Better yet, not even that, who you shot b*t*h?
I'll pull up on that b*t*h you love, get my c*ck licked
Pulling overs up in court, b*t*h these priors b*t*h
He don't want no parts of this, these thousand dollar rolls
You suckas' got a lot of balls, but do you got a roll?
Ain't gone be sitting on no toilet when I drop a load
When I'm sitting on you n***as I could drop it tho'
Thinking you gone take from me, boy what you sniffing on?
Yo' b*t*h gone always cheat with me, she say you hit it wrong
b*t*h I'm a king
Im not no pawn, I told her kiss the thong
Please direct me to yo' hoe, just so I could sh*t up on her
I thought you would never lack, boy what you slippin' foe'?
I'm authentic with this sh*t
All original
b*t*h I'm Daboii, I'm a billygoat
I'll never leave the heat like it was getting cold *woohh*
*ahhh*
What's the deal?
Everybody got a pole, and every clip around me filled
b*t*h I keep plastic, still will rock you with this steel
You gotta pay me for my time, what you got for a pimp?
Boy thought that I was Cosby, I keep lies to the Bills
Rapping while you got on cleats, you is not in the field
Momma always told me have no thots in the crib
But she never ever told me, keep no Glock in that b*t*h
How yo' Fanta turning green? Pour some wok in that b*t*h
And you got her tatted on you, but my c*ck in that b*t*h
Ears hanging off my head, from the rocks in that b*t*h
Its *[?]* I got this sh*t on lock I'm a smith
I don't want benny's today, give me that roofie sh*t
My bro will up on anybody, don't care who he is
Get to dancing in the pu**y on my groovy sh*t
You don't like who I be 'round, you n***as shoot me then
b*t*h
Four cars deep in them blocks trynna' wack something
n***a I ain't getting in that whip unless the straps coming
I could give a f**k if it was blood, I'd wack cousin
In the kitchen cooking *shhh*, got the *ah'* jumpin'
Cutty cuttin' up all through traffic coming back from it
You ain't even flipped nun' out that pack what you get back from em'? *Pssstt*
Please let me know, never in my life been the type that'll stress a hoe
Blicky on me, I'll punch yo' ass but we ain't wrestling tho'
My feign told me he ain't trynna' buy it but he'll test the dope
*Wooo*
This n***a siked out, hit a n***a block broad day it's a wipe out
When we postin' in jets, bro on the roof it's a snipe out
The blicky's that we totin' knocking power and life out (damn)
I'm just sayin' it could get icky, b*t*h when we f**king watch yo' lips ion' do hickies
Go nowhere without it, I rock and roll with my blicky
I even take a sh*t with it, it's on me when I sleep
Bro coming off the hip with it, he up it 'fore you blink
Them n***as at the store, goofy as f**k what did they think?
My b*t*h rockin' Dior, you won't catch her in no Pink
And I ain't pay for this one, shout out Nico for the beat
They like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
They like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
*woohh*
It's my turny-urn
b*t*h couldn't even get my d**k hard, I pulled out earthy-worm
b*t*h like when you seein' me again I'm like the thirty-third
You for the streets, I had to kick you to the curby-urb
Slap a b*t*h for mouthing my sh*t wrong, b*t*h learn the words
I'll curve a thousand b*t*hes but won't curve them birds
And R.I.P. my n***a Tray we gettin' turnt for days
She like how you f**king me this long? I'm off a perky-erk
How the f**k you n***as killas'? Y'all ain't dropped sh*t
Better yet, not even that, who you shot b*t*h?
I'll pull up on that b*t*h you love, get my c*ck licked
Pulling overs up in court, b*t*h these priors b*t*h
He don't want no parts of this, these thousand dollar rolls
You suckas' got a lot of balls, but do you got a roll?
Ain't gone be sitting on no toilet when I drop a load
When I'm sitting on you n***as I could drop it tho'
Thinking you gone take from me, boy what you sniffing on?
Yo' b*t*h gone always cheat with me, she say you hit it wrong
b*t*h I'm a king
Im not no pawn, I told her kiss the thong
Please direct me to yo' hoe, just so I could sh*t up on her
I thought you would never lack, boy what you slippin' foe'?
I'm authentic with this sh*t
All original
b*t*h I'm Daboii, I'm a billygoat
I'll never leave the heat like it was getting cold *woohh*
*ahhh*
What's the deal?
Everybody got a pole, and every clip around me filled
b*t*h I keep plastic, still will rock you with this steel
You gotta pay me for my time, what you got for a pimp?
Boy thought that I was Cosby, I keep lies to the Bills
Rapping while you got on cleats, you is not in the field
Momma always told me have no thots in the crib
But she never ever told me, keep no Glock in that b*t*h
How yo' Fanta turning green? Pour some wok in that b*t*h
And you got her tatted on you, but my c*ck in that b*t*h
Ears hanging off my head, from the rocks in that b*t*h
Its *[?]* I got this sh*t on lock I'm a smith
I don't want benny's today, give me that roofie sh*t
My bro will up on anybody, don't care who he is
Get to dancing in the pu**y on my groovy sh*t
You don't like who I be 'round, you n***as shoot me then
b*t*h
