​​wtw lyrics

[Intro]
Double R, bird business, yeah

[Verse]
In the S class counting up them racks
How you the plug and n*ggas took his pack
Leave his ass flat like he a mat
n*ggas know lil' Rino ride with a Mac
Dumb ass n*gga f*cked around and got jacked
I'd sl*t her out if I was down on my last
Yeah, I'm moving the birds like what's the word
Dirty boys get you distribute, served
Kick the b*tch out 'cause she get on my nerves
Louis V sh*t, lil' b*tch, R.I.P Vir'
I'm so f*cking high, I crashed into the curb (Brr, yeah)
In the double R, b*tch, we letting down the curtains (What's the word)
b*tch, we swerving (Swerving), in the AMG, my n*ggas serving (Sеrving)
My n*ggas lurking (Lurking), f*ck that lil' b*tch, we gon' hurt him
You lookin' nervous, can't be around mе, you look nervous
b*tch, I got no service, in the top floor, I got no service
Yeah, rocks on my motherf*cking neck and my motherf*cking wrist, this lil' b*tch is so sick