Lyrics Wasted - YNBE

Ey Vectro you, goin' crazy

I feel your love, yeah I feel you lost (ohhhh,ohhhh)
On the block still chasing cheques, ain' non of this shit be promised
And I know my niggas got my back
We ain not the same they ain fuck with us
I'm in a v12 let them eat the dust
That boy talk to the feds nah we ain' trust
Had too much money man it gave me a rush
I remember I couldn't talk to my crush
But we still jump outside the vert
I got Uzzi on me fuck a Choppa tho
I done heard that kid flopped on his tape
And this shit we do is for the making

Why they wanna fuck with me for, man the trana kill me
Inside my mind, I need some xen, but it ain't good for my health
But I gotta push strat record, but I don't wanna fuck with all of you
I be chilling by myself, everyday im on the mix
Trana get this money coming b-o-all way
And my boy got a Choppa it go blah-blah-blah-blah
Heard they trana see me down to the basic i-ain go
Like hold-on, said they wanna see YNBE, uhh bitch I gotta be me
This money ain't see me
I fuck with blue rags in my pocket
Man this money getting me tired, but gotta keep on going four-ways
Ain no time to chill I move forward, I hit that boy bitch he a coward
Money coming my way yeah-yeah
And this thots trana follow me yeah-yeah
But you better know ain going back for non of them, they all fake eyy

I feel your love, yeah I feel you lost (ohhhh,ohhhh)
On the block still chasing cheques, ain' non-of-this shit be promised
And I know my niggas got my back
We ain not the same they ain fuck with us
I'm in a v12 let them eat the dust
That boy talk to the feds nah we ain' trust
Had too much money man it gave me a rush
I remember I couldn't talk to my crush
But we still jump outside the vert
I got Uzzi on me fuck a Choppa tho
I done heard that kid flopped on his tape
And this shit we do is for the making