Wimpy Kid lyrics

Hahahaha
"YJS"
Grr Grr Bah
That b*tch tryna, uh aye aye (b*tch)
That b*tch tryna f*ck wit- I know
(That b*tch tryna)
Hahahaha (Ha, Ha)
That b*tch tryna? Uh Huh aye
That b*tch tryna f*ck with a (Huh aye)
Ah ha ha
(n*gga speak the f*ck up)
(Shut the f*ck up)
n*gga what I said was

[Chorus]
Ew that b*tch tryna link with me I think she got cooties (f*ck)
That boy tryna beef with me? (Haha)
Ima do that pus*y ass n*gga like his pops do his moms when he drunk
Punch a n*gga right in his mouth
Slap that lil n*gga like a pimp, talking bout n*ggas that you better than
I'm just a young n*gga from the south, that really don't give no f*cks about (b*tch)
Any large amount of f*cking clout, watch yo f*cking mouth (Fah)
You the type of n*gga stub yo toe and say owie (pus*y)
Said you getting b*tches n*gga?
This n*gga built like Rowley, you a wimpy kid
You the type of n*gga to get played by a hoe, then go simp again
I'm the type of n*gga to fall in love, with them benjamins
My b*tch really really bad as f*ck, yo b*tch cross eyed (Ew)
She like "Jayy how the f*ck you get them bands?"
b*tch I work at Popeyes

[Verse]
b*tch I eat my veggies strong as f*ck like I'm Popeye (Aye)
If a pus*y n*gga (Fah) talking down then its bye bye (b*tch)
Serve that lil boy on a plate like a pot pie
Said we got a problem n*gga? (Sorry to inform you sir) But this problem not mine
Don't get kidnapped put you in a knot like hogties
Hit him with a 6 lil n*gga that's a 5.5 (Fah, Fah)
Smoking on yo mans n*gga that's what he got shot by
This stick allergic to these nutty n*ggas like pecan pie (Ew)
I just think it's funny (Ha, Ha) how these b*tches want me n*gga I just want the money (Yeah)
You can act tough but ain't sh*t sweet like some honey (Nah)
That's ya b*tch ask her, the sh*t that's upsetting her tummy (Yeah)
She texted you goodnight but she really getting pipe up in this onesie
Like b*tch I'm really on my sc*m sh*t (Aye) f*ck it (f*ck it)
I can really take ya b*tch and take all of her knowledge, give her back now she a dumb b*tch
Now you mad as f*ck cause she trippin off of dumb sh*t (Yeah)
n*gga give it up
n*gga that's yo girl? (Hahaha) n*gga that's a b*tch that I'm done with (Bye Bye)
Tired of chasing bands but that's a bag Ima run with (Yeah)
I said f*ck them parties n*gga I ain't with that fun sh*t (f*ck it)
30 in that magazine now n*gga that's a fun kit
Glocky get to (Bah, Bah) Glocky get to thumping
(What the f*ck?)
(Hello?)
(Oh my god is this YungxJxyy, Can we link?)
[Chorus]
Ew that b*tch tryna link with me I think she got cooties (f*ck)
That boy tryna beef with me? (Haha)
Ima do that pus*y ass n*gga like his pops do his moms when he drunk
Punch a n*gga right in his mouth
Slap that lil n*gga like a pimp, talking bout n*ggas that you better than
I'm just a young n*gga from the south, that really don't give no f*cks about (b*tch)
Any large amount of f*cking clout, watch yo f*cking mouth (Fah)
You the type of n*gga stub yo toe and say owie (pus*y)
Said you getting b*tches n*gga?
This n*gga built like Rowley, you a wimpy kid
You the type of n*gga to get played by a hoe, then go simp again
I'm the type of n*gga to fall in love, with them benjamins
My b*tch really really bad as f*ck, yo b*tch cross eyed (Ew)
She like "Jayy how the f*ck you get them bands?"
b*tch I work at Popeyes
(b*tch I work at)
(b*tch I work at)
(b*tch I work at)
(b*tch I work at Popeyes)