​wyga (Sippin Mudd) lyrics

[Intro]
Brr, I'm the biggest
(Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh)

[Verse]
Yeah, Cartier bust down, b*tch, I ain't going no plain, I'm up in a plane
AMG63, sipping mudd
You can't afford, stay in your lane
Made like a half a million off my voice, money bring joy
I do what you can't
You play, you lay, you play with me over there, b*tch, that's where you die at
Step in this b*tch, hold your compact
Say, lil' Beezy, "Where your rod at?"
Put that b*tch to his face, what you getting at?
Make sure you lay where you diss at
Say lil' b*tch, you shouldn't have did that
I got the torch
Put the AMG in sport
I'm unlocking doors, count bricks like it's sport
f*cked around, spilled all of my drank on my motherf*cking shirt
b*tch, I'm charging ten bands for a verse
b*tch, I'm all in my bag like a purse
b*tch, I'ma hit your ass right where it hurt
b*tch, I camе straight out the motherf*cking dirt
All I gotta do is give 'еm the word
Made a hunnid thousand all on my iPhone, they think I'm money laundering
You better walk they ass down when they walk in this b*tch
Stand on my money, they think I'm 6'6 in this b*tch
Working that Glock, whip my wrist in this b*tch
Teach you how to get a lil' rich in this b*tch
Dior, Dior, Givenchy the fit
All my dawgs fight like Mike Vick in this b*tch
Daro gon' hit him a lick in this b*tch