paroles de chanson Wyd? - pyroswrldd

Yeah, yeah, woah
I remember times when they ain't even believe in me though, bro
Now they wanna act like shit changed or something (Yeah, Ah)
What is you doing?
Where you at?
We pushin' bows out the trap
Run up on me, know I'm keeping a strap
I keep it 100, I never be cap
This bitch bad. and I want her
Hop inside the cat, I make it purr
Got bitches that come to the crib and they flirt
Like Rihanna, I told that bitch put in some work
We poppin' beans, and we doing the percs
Cocaine, wrist split
Cobain, like Kurt
All the drugs determine my worth
Can anybody help me escape from this hurt
Like shit, shit, shit
I can't give two fucks 'bout a bitch
Check out the way that I'm whippin' my wrist
The VVS diamonds, on my neck, they hit
You ain't even been on a drill
Keep a K, yeah this shit get for real
I take W's, never gon' fail
Look in the rearview, I'm watching my trail
I know they hate to see me doing well
I went from trappin' to feeling trapped
I been running these plays like a running back
I'm already knowing you won't double back
We in the same city, you know where I'm at
Red bottoms, it look like I stepped in Act
Gucci Cologne, how that boy he still wearing Axe
Heard that boy made a diss and that shit was ass
No we is not on the same time, you trash
I'm first, you last
Rapping a hobby, I always get bags
I put on real deal fits
And his drip so lame
And his BB fake, check the tag
I think the Wocky is taking a toll on me
Drip season, got hoes on me
Better ride with the pole on me
Never know when they gon' roll on me
(It's like, it ain't no more real people left)
(Everybody in this bitch for themselves)

What is you doing?
Where you at?
We pushin' bows out the trap
Run up on me, know I'm keeping a strap
I keep it 100, I never be cap
This bitch bad. and I want her
Hop inside the cat, I make it purr
Got bitches that come to the crib and they flirt
Like Rihanna, I told that bitch put in some work
We poppin' beans, and we doing the percs
Cocaine, wrist split
Cobain, like Kurt
All the drugs determine my worth
Can anybody help me escape from this hurt
Like shit, shit, shit
I can't give two fucks 'bout a bitch
Check out the way that I'm whippin' my wrist
The VVS diamonds, on my neck, they hit
(What is you doing, Where you at?)
(Run up on me, know I'm keeping a strap)
(This bitch bad, and I want her)
(Got bitches that come to the crib and they flirt)