Wayans Bros.

Lyrics for Wayans Bros.

Telling the truth to these niggas that's squaring up Go to the booth, I'ma give 'em the word Pimping and preaching, my hair in a perm The city on fire, I don't care if it burns Bought me a Glock just to shoot at the cops I took the baddies right with me to shop Heckler and Koch on the lap by her WAP Coming so rude, I could cancel out top I make your boo wanna dance when I drop Lots on my mind, I can't make up my mind Whipping R10 with her head on my cock I can't make up my mind, they keep banging my line No key, in the drop, new whip, new Glock I had to give her the string and the knot The Benji gon' kill you in case you forgot Chasing them hoes, go and chase you a knot All of this weed, all of this crop Fuck, swear, all of the cock Flexing for pictures, just me and my niggas Rewatch, try get us the bid The venom, we skrrt, we slide Jet get jamming, where I live, Jet Li New place, with her, we scrape, we speed Drip me, let it, fuck you, fuck me Fuck it up, fuck it up Hate lil' bruh with the opp, he cut like Sean I don't care what the verdict, that box would drop Just act what you want and leave me alone Too many blondes, too many songs Too many deads 'cause niggas is hoes Fed off the Act', said Jet take the MAC Light the wood, nigga, know where you at Fuck what you at, black on black That bitch a jet, get on deck, cut up that pack Everybody black, diamond and black Click, what? This shit a gat, what?