WYA lyrics

by

​d0llywood1


[Verse: d0llywood1]
Where were these n*ggas at?
Thought they was my brothers, said you will have my back, ay
Got you a custom but why the f*ck you tax?
Sneak out with a cheese, put that n*gga in a chop, ay
Shooters in the tris, we gonna always find the rat, ay
Thought you was my clique, I taught you n*ggas how to rap, ay
All these diamonds custom, miss none, a n*gga clapped, ay
I won't want you b*tch cause all you n*gga clapped, ay
Hop out the whip, put on my mask on, I'm moving tac, ay
You ain't with the gang, you need a molly to do that, ay
Spreading all those rumors, tell that n*gga to don't do that, ay
Ask for my ID, I can't do that my wallet fat, ay
I S O L A T E so I can't take a SAT, ay
I smoke way too much gas, you n*ggas smoking black stains
Copy and paste the f*cking swag, and that sh*t is facts, ay
I can't move too f*cking fast, b*tch I'm sipping act, ay

[Hook: d0llywood1]
Where they at, where them n*ggas at?
I thought they was beefing
n*gga beefing on the app
n*ggas try to tеst me, Take this chopper and I'm back
Usеd to f*ck these b*tches, I can never be a simp
I teach all these n*ggas b*tch I feel like shopping saks
I feel less faithful, take these n*ggas off the map
I don't give a f*cking f*ck, I don't give a crap
I thought they was chillin, where the f*ck these n*ggas at
[Verse: Keagan Hoffman]
Yeah I pull up with 2 sticks got my bands with my b*tch
I can’t find the people yeah that was talking sh*t
No where to be seen, missing person on the scene
Drinking all these leans, yeah, Spill this on my jeans, yeah
And my Glock got a beam, yeah, shoot like a machine
I’m Angel or Devil there’s no in between
I keep 100, they think that is mean
I just keep real, come on f*ck how you feel

[Bridge Keagan Hoffman]
Yeah I pull up with 2 sticks, got my bands with my b*tch
Yeah I pull up with 2 sticks, got my bands with my b*tch
Pull up to the function with some drugs in my nose
What the f*ck you know about my struggles and my goals
You don’t know sh*t, everything's a myth
Believe you what want, they be hating on a kid
They some little b*tch and that’s just how it is
You can’t change the fact, that’s just how it is

[Hook: d0llywood1]
Where they at, where them n*ggas at?
I thought they was beefing
n*gga beefing on the app
n*ggas try to test me, Take this chopper and I'm back
Used to f*ck these b*tches, I can never be a simp
I teach all these n*ggas b*tch I feel like shopping saks
I feel less faithful, take these n*ggas off the map
I don't give a f*cking f*ck, I don't give a crap
I thought they was chillin, where the f*ck these n*ggas at
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