Wayans Bros lyrics

[Verse 1: Peso Gordon]
Tell ‘em the truth to these n*ggas that squad
Go to the roof I’ma give ‘em the watch
[?] and preaching my hair in a bun
The city on fire don’t care if it burn
Bought me a Glock just to shoot at the cops
I take the baddies with me to shop
Hecklin' cop try to lie bout a wop
Coming’ so rude I could cancel off top
I make your boo wanna dance when I drop
Lots on my mind I can’t make up my mind
Whippin’ artill' with a head on my c*ck
I can’t make up my mind I keep banging my line

[Verse 2: Pink Siifu]
Low key, in the drop
New whip, new Glock
I had to get back to spendin’ the lot
The b*tches gon’ kill you in case you forgot
Just hit my hoe, go and catch you a knot
All of this weed, all of this crop
f*ck 12, all of the cop
This is for b*tches just me and my n*ggas
We gon’ try get this [?]
We skrrt, we slide, jack and jillin’
Ali, Jet Li, new place, with her
We skrrt, we spendin’, just me, let’s get it
f*ck you, f*ck me
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
Hey bro bro with the [?] cut
Like [?] I don't care with [?]
We'll dodge ya Ave, what do you want
Leave me alone, too many blunts
Too many sons, too many dead
‘Cause n*ggas is hoes
[?]
Know where you at, f*ck you at
Black on black, that be that Gat
Get on dat, get that pack
Everybody lyin’, got me bad
2, 1, this that death wish
[Outro]
You catch a n*gga off guard with this sh*t