Текст песни WETTY Pt. 2 - Mel Savv

Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow

Everything Situated
We Know That
Real Shit

I got a bad lil bitch I was fucking
She know I got racks but she ain't getting nothing
After I hit I pass it to my cousin
Man this real life you gone think that I'm bluffing
Her nigga a lame and he don't do nothing
Shawty a dancer I met her she was clubbing
And she like play my favorite song
Wetty get the bitches all up out they thong
She like mel you the greatest
I'm steady rocking the latest
Before I made music they was tryna play us
Momma said boy you know you got some haters
I like the gun with the laser
This shit sting like a taser
Bro in the spot and he toting the razor
Shit get dark like Vader
All black tech with the all black fours bitch I'm tryna go on a hit
Stay with my gun like Rick and Morty
I been trapping since I was a shawty
I was broke and the bitches ignored me
Got a little bit of fame all these bitches adore me
She tried to play with my name in the comments
Like but I was just nutting all up on her bonnet
Run to the money like sonic
Block to hot like a comet
They like the way I be styling
Free all the bros off the island
I got some bros in the jails
And they still wilding
I'm tryna cop me some diamonds
Fuck having ice they know Mel savv still shining
Tryna get to the top I been grinding
And I cannot complain I don't got no time for the winding

I beat it up dick so good got her falling in love (don't run don't run)
Can't come to my crib I can't give you that trust (make her cum make her cum)
Tryna back door me you must smoke dust (like uhh uh)
I'm off a yellow making stops like a bus
Pour a six in a two no I don't get drunk
Fuck from the back I be pulling her
Fuck from the back I be pulling her bun
And she live near the opps so I'm bringing my gun
Turn on the beam I made them niggas run
I don't care who you with you could die with your son
You was talking on bro im tryna make a blunt
Did this shit on my doley I ain't pulling stunts
Before all the sprinkles I was selling runtz
Nigga come to the back I ain't giving no
Nigga come to the back I ain't giving no fronts
i get the cash you could call me Cobain
But you cannot be my Marni
Look in her eyes and i tell her I'm sorry
Lil bro took a pill shit look like a smarty
Like when I get rich do a hit out a rarri
And I'm really on court don't die tryna guard me
Bow Bow Bow And I'm really on court don't die tryna guard me
I got the news about bro and it scarred me
Bitch I'm married to music
Man this shit apart me
We was riding in stoleys take a v from a car meet
Had love for some niggas now they wanna harm me
If I run outta food reload keep throwing
When I turn on the beam I'm screaming where you going
You could tell when I walk with the g cause it's poking
In the streets chasing bread why would I be loafing

got a bad lil bitch I was fucking
She know I got racks but she ain't getting nothing
After I hit I pass it to my cousin
Man this real life you gone think that I'm bluffing
Her nigga a lame and he don't do nothing
Shawty a dancer I met her she was clubbing
And she like play my favorite song
Wetty get the bitches all up out they thong
She like mel you the greatest
I'm steady rocking the latest
Before I made music they was tryna play us
Momma said boy you know you got some haters
I like the gun with the laser
This shit sting like a taser
Bro in the spot and he toting the razor
Shit get dark like Vader
All black tech with the all black fours bitch I'm tryna go on a hit

I'm dedicated to making this music
Like I put my all in this shit
Like I know they want me to quit
I ain't have no fucking starter kit
Like Who going harder than this
It's like shooting these guns when I'm making these songs cause you know I won't miss