Wytd lyrics

[Intro]
Guccidelles is daddy

[Chorus]
Aye, aye, lil boy what you tryna do?
I know you ain't got blicks, you ain't gonna shoot
I don't give a f*ck I spent some bands on some shoes
I don't do that Twitter beef, so what you tryna do?
Aye, yeah like what you tryna do
Aye, yeah if I grab the Glock I'm a bust it
Oh that's your homie I heard he got busted
Oh that's your b*tch yeah she gone bust it open
They wanna be like me they tryna take my flow man
Yeah my bro is a florist he be growing

[Verse]
And my bro Ant he love lean, he keep pouring
Yeah he pouring up that sh*t until he snoring
Yeah I'm not Sosa but I still be gloing
If that hoe want money then she gotta get going, yeah
Then she gotta get going
Yeah that b*tch, yeah she really gotta go man
Yeah, ice so cold like a f*cking snowman
Yeah you smoking mid and I'm smoking on that dro man
You a fraud man, you really gotta go man
I'm the plug, I got gas, like Citgo
Yeah, but please keep all that on the low, yeah
You don't really want no smoke
That boy is a joke, yeah, that boy is a hoe
[Chorus Slowed]
Aye, aye, lil boy what you tryna do?
I know you ain't got blicks, you ain't gonna shoot
I don't give a f*ck I spent some bands on some shoes
I don't do that Twitter beef, so what you tryna do?
Aye, yeah like what you tryna do
Aye, yeah if I grab the Glock I'm a bust it
Oh that's your homie I heard he got busted
Oh that's your b*tch yeah she gone bust it open
They wanna be like me they tryna take my flow man
Yeah my bro is a florist he be growing