AJ Swimmy - WYA (feat. Bdot Pesos) Lyrics

Ayy, what? What's going on?
What? Like what? What's going on?
What the f*ck Hari Roc
Ha, yo, gah, gah
We can't beef, he broke as hell
Man, that nigga got no funds
I be trappin' when the moon out
I can't stop till I see sun
She be suckin' me so good nah she don't stop till she see cum
Ayy, on they block, f*ck the cops
I see a op, I make him run
In the hood, lost so many bros that shit made me numb
Got my gun, he pick up his feet, think he Forrest Gump
I put a beam on the choppa
Car got hit, he got shot
Sent that boy straight to the doctor
Out on bail, he don't care
He on the block tryna look for the oppas
He was dissin' like he tough
Then he died, that shit was a shocker
Why they hate on me already
I ain't even make it yet
He keep rappin' bout these risks
He ain't even take it yet
Why he keep on playin' tough
556 gone leave you stretched
I can't leave this bitch alone
Cause she eat my dick the best
Hit her phone like where you at?
I can take you out f*ck that nigga you with
His pockets ain't bigger than mine
She got me tight she knowing I wanna f*ck
She tellin' me bout her sign
I'm on the block, police tryna pull me over
I am not payin' no fine
Bullets hit him in his head think he stressed out
He got some shit on his mind
F*ck what he saying
I know I'm the best out, if he don't say it, he lying
He threw a shot he ain't even hit a op
I still salute you for tryin
He got a toe tagged they ain't even tryna spin
They just salute him for dyin
Think he macho why he tryna stir the pot
FN with bullets, gon' fry him
Think he safe when he chillin' in the crib
I know a bitch who gon' line him
Her shit fat tryna get up on her ribs
She think I'm buyin' her diamonds
I just bought a watch and bust it down
I call it perfect timing
Brodie in the kitchen bustin' bricks
Hell nah, he don't do rhymin
I was in that jam and I was f*cked up
I was eatin' ramen
Brodie sendin' niggas to the afterlife
Like he a shaman
Send him to the afterlife
Know he can't get back his life
When I nut, leave after right?
Locked in once, a opp is in my sight
30s 40s wit them beams, boy please put up that pocket knife
See a opp hang him over the balcony call him vanilla ice
We cookin' ops like stir fry
Boy don't play we on you like white on rice
Brodie sellin' coke in his Air Forces, his fit white on white
These niggas they be gay as hell and they 12
I call them them Dwight
I f*ck the bitch then kick her out
She say she fine but she not aight
I put a beam on the choppa
Car got hit, he got shot
Sent that boy straight to the doctor
Out on bail, he don't care
He on the block tryna look for the oppas
He was dissin' like he tough
Then he died, that shit was a shocker
Why they hate on me already
I ain't even make it yet
He keep rappin' bout these risks
He ain't even take it yet
Why he keep on playin' tough
556 gone leave you stretched
I can't leave this bitch alone
Cause she eat my dick the best
Hit her phone like where you at?
Like a dyke you know I ain't gon' slide if I can't bring my strap
Don't believe this shit they sayin cause a lot of that shit cap
I can't work no nine to five cause I get paid for speaking facts
Nigga got his bitch location he don't know she on my lap
What what's going
BKM the gang like what
3OE the gang like what