Wylin lyrics

I got love for my woes, love for my foes
I live by the money, laugh with the pole
I talk to yo b*tch, talk to the stove
I’m still hitting licks, live by the code
When my blood switched up
Left me in the cold, n*gga I done grew up
Did it on my own, tell them hoes to grow up , they stubborn as a hoe
Opps bust in the trap hit the back doe

If im on parole I would still serve the pack hoe
I don’t beef with clowns so I’m gripping on this Mac hoe
Shout Ben Franklin he take yo ass for ransome
I’m that type of n*gga shoot a n*gga if he handsome
Coming from the ugly and I’m ugly perfect match huh
n*gga this a stick up don’t act stuck up put your hands up
Finna rob yo’ ass since you told me get my bands up
I’m coming from the scraps but a n*gga got manners

Flew groupie hoe from New York a n*gga wylin
Choppa Die yo dreads red n*gga imma stylist
Finna start a wave watch them county hoes ride it
This a new flow watch y’all rapping n*ggas bite it

They said I fell off but a n*gga still got it
I can’t live without the paper n*gga Ian sh*t with out it
That boy got a scrap, He ain’t post it he ain’t bout it
pus*y that you flexing wit I’ll show you I can buy it
I said I’m gon make it n*ggas out here Still doubting
n*ggas living by the streets still out here dying
All gas no breaks Who is really riding x2

Flew groupie hoe from New York a n*gga wylin
Choppa Die yo dreads red n*gga imma stylist
Finna start a wave watch them county hoes ride it
This a new flow watch y’all rapping n*ggas bite it

If im on parole I would still serve the pack hoe
I don’t beef with clowns so I’m gripping on this Mac hoe
Shout Ben Franklin he take yo ass for ransome
I’m that type of n*gga shoot a n*gga if he handsome
Coming from the ugly and I’m ugly perfect match huh
n*gga this a stick up don’t act stuck up put your hands up
Finna rob yo’ ass since you told me get my bands up
I’m coming from the scraps but a n*gga got manners