WD!

Lyrics for WD!

(Yeah) She wanna do shit, I'm like after (yeah, yeah) Drop a 16 for that beast back way (yeah) I remember fourth grade, he was a napster (yeah, what?) Babels hit me up, just beggin' for my masters (for my masters) Uh, I ain't finna give it to him I made some rappers, now they hate me, they some bastards Had to slow it down on shawty, she like, "Faster" Black and white coupe, gray doors, look like Gaster Feel like Sans, blue jacket with a blaster (he-he) At my shows, they be jumpin' off the rafters (grrt, bap) Lil' chromes, start the mic, then a pastor Blonde bitch on me, look like Teenage Disaster Uh, choppa tear him up like a raptor Shawty wanna fuck, man, she shoulda heard my laughter I got pass, what's on pass, what's on password? Bricks all around me, I'm a real deal crafter I got a lot, I need more though (I need more) Boot it up, horny as a bitch, I need more hos (yeah-yeah) Shawty said that she don't like hittin' the door hole She like, "No fair" life ain't fair, you got me bored, ho, uh (grrt, bap) Three banks on me, look like Zorro Boat bitch takin' out your face, look like Moro (yeah, yeah) They be hatin' on the kid, what for though? Talk crazy, double bar, fist through his torso Butt shot, make his butt hot (blah) Take a E, bitter the pill, make my blood clot (blood clot) Jamaican bitch, shawty callin' me a bumboclat It's that bro ho, send a beat, all she does is what? Huh You gon' hate when you got no bands (no bands) How you gon' judge me when you got no friends? Yeah (no friends) Shawty said I'm ugly, but she got split ends (split ends) Y'all-y'all ain't really hard, y'all just like to play pretend (yeah-yeah) Try to neck up, bitch, I look like Ben (yeah) Y'all say I ain't in for my sword, but y'all make no trends (trends) Drop sunglasses just so y'all can see through my lens, yeah Y'all bitch at my house pickin' ganja off the stands, yeah (bop) She wanna do shit, I'm like after (blah) Drop a 16 for that beast back way (huh, no way) I remember fourth grade, he was a napster (whoa) Babels hit me up, just beggin' for my masters Uh, uh, I ain't finna give it to him I made some rappers, now they hate me, they some bastards Had to slow it down on shawty, she like, "Faster" Black and white coupe, gray doors, look like Gaster (ISSBROKIE)