Текст песни Wafi - Blo , Enphamus

(Dollaz cooked this shit)

First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi
Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi
We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'
I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches

Rolex Oyster Perpetual, I fucked her, I'm onto the next one
Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em, high-speed, I fucked 'round and left 'em
I went right, I don't fuck with the left one, BTA, we just puttin' shit to belt, uh
I got smacker with hammer and nails, huh, we get out, we gon' run up 'em bails bond

I know he locked up and thinkin' it's over, I ju' pray to God he don't tell nothin'
I don't call it trickin', that shit was some light shit, I really ju' got the ho's nails done
Bro gave me some bags, but I'm known for strikin', he didn't even think I could sell nothin'
My partner be swipin', he wipin' shit down, last month, he went on a Zelle run

This month, he on to Chase
They need to pop it for my striker, went on over ten high-speed chase
She don't never get her makeup done, but she let me beat her face
I told bro he better not tell, I know he can beat his case

I know he can get away, fuck the judge, fuck the system
I don't care about them bitches bein' blood, I'm tryna fuck twin sisters
They won't give lil' Jax a bond, fuck DeKalb, free my nigga
I can go viral at any moment, all I gotta do is post a Triller

All I gotta do is post a picture, he's a ho, but you post him like a killer
Hate that groupie shit, this on God, I don't know that nigga
Nigga said I wouldn't go up, fuck 'round, blew up, had to show a nigga
Shootin' dice middle of the hood, nigga, I crap out, watch me four a nigga

Shootin' dice middle of the hood, I don't need security, I'm good
Car, but the trunk in the hood, this not a Carbon, it's Draco, it wood
This not a Carbon, I'm ridin' with a Draco, young nigga 'round me, they do what I say so
I don't eat candy, ju' lean and Faygo, me and lil' Iggy was ju' ridin' through Clayco

Me and Iggy, I can't forget about bae, was ju' ridin' with blicky
I got bros on the waist, but I'm still ridin' with Dilly
And I give game like Gillie
These nigga flutes, they'll sell out, they'll blow the game like Philly

First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi
Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi
We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'
I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches

Rolex Oyster Perpetual, I fucked her, I'm onto the next one
Quick to sneeze, I ju' had to bless 'em, high-speed, I fucked 'round and left 'em
I went right, I don't fuck with the left one, BTA, we just puttin' shit to belt, uh
I got smacker with hammer and nails, huh, we get out, we gon' run up 'em bails bond

Bitch, I'm blazin', ain't stuntin' your tampon (blatt)
When you 'round me, no wearin' no AirPod (uh)
I ju' got a new drop we can camp on (camp on)
I ain't goin', it gon' be a standoff (bah)

'Nother bitch I done tatted my stamp on (tatted)
Oh, he fumbled, he fucked up the handoff (hut)
Bih gon' ask me why I got a Samsung (bling)
Mind your bidness, lil' ho, take your pants off (strip)

Wagon M4, hop out this bih too geeked (vroom)
Send a hit while I'm listenin' to Toosii (tellin' you)
25, fuck her friend, I go two seats (Porsche)
You can't come to my house, I ain't Boosie (bitch)

You can't come in the spot, I ain't Rick Ross (huh)
Drop wet like I'm throwin' a car show (bling)
Tired of drivin' myself, I'm a big boss (skrrt)
Got a driver, I had let the car go (I'm tellin' you)

I'm not Hannah Montana, this my life (bih)
White ho tat my name on her booby (name)
First day in the county, I got knifed (stabbed)
I got cameras, I'll kill an intruder

She a seven, I take her to Starlite (hmm)
She ain't the type I'd take to no movie
If you owe me, I need that shit by night (night)
Or your ass in a blender, no smoothie

I went back to the E with a ZPAP
Come back to the South with a Micro (Drac')
With 'em striker, fuck 'round get your car jacked (hmm)
I'm the one he can call on like GEICO (insurance)

When I say, bitch, I'm him, bitch, I mean that (mean that)
Fuck nigga, it wasn't no typo (bitch)
In a Honda 2000, I'm laid back (skrrt)
With a strap in my lap like a dyke ho (I'm tellin' you)