Feel Like Wayne lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go
Y'all know that I go crazy every time, n*gga (911, you paid, boy)
You know what the f*ck goin' on

[Verse 1]
Yeah, n*ggas change, but I swear this glizzy stay the same
I got tattoos on my body and my face, I feel like Wayne (Weezy)
Yeah, pull up on that block and wet sh*t up, it look like rain (Fah)
Ayy, young n*gga get you twenty K, you can get Johnny Dangs (Ice)
Uh, free Lil Tony and Paco, they need to free the gang
Ayy, I been on the trap blazin', b*tch, I feel like Dang (Splash)
Yeah, "Block Hot", remember I dropped that, they went insane
Ayy, brodie put a button on the Glock, now it's a hurricane (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, it's time to spin, n*gga, ayy, come get in, n*gga (What?)
Yeah, you ain't gang, n*gga, huh, you can't get in, n*gga
I stay strappеd up with my pistol, do a walkdown with a six (Shh)
n*gga did that sh*t and died, either way thеy was gon' get ya (Bruh)
Yeah, I don't know why these n*ggas doin' all that trollin' (Why?)
Yeah, I don't know how these street n*ggas steady foldin' (How?)
Yeah, dead opps, bro 'nem say them n*ggas still smokin'
We gon' separate your head from your neck, semicolon (Get in, n*gga)

[Interlude]
Ayy, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up right quick (What the hell goin' on, gang?)
I know that ain't one of them n*ggas who is dissin' on bro, n*gga, huh (I know that I ain't them)
Tss, okay, let's get right
Get up close (Say that)
Know what time it is, yeah (Six)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, vrrt
We gon' switch the whip, brrt
b*tch, you know that sound, you better duck before you get the smrrt
Ayy, b*tch, you get smushed (Yeah)
Yeah, in the club a n*gga bound to die if I get pushed (Crip)
Ayy, yeah, so don't push
YB' six to the edge
b*tch, I'm crazy and I'm paranoid, but, n*gga, I ain't scared
I could've dropped them racks, but I wanted do the hit instead
I wanna hit somethin' in the head
I wanna knock somethin' to the ground, this be the last n*gga that he stared (Yeah)
We make the opp hoes suck di*k, they crackin' the fours and givin' us los (Yeah)
Yeah, spent ten racks on clothes I don't wear no more, n*gga, that sh*t old (No cap)
Ayy, everything around my neck baguette, it look like I'm froze
Yeah, out in L.A., I'm with Rich swervin' in a Rolls (Yeah, swervin' in a Rolls, n*gga)