Jeeezy WYA lyrics

[Chorus: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]
Jeeezy, what you on? Yeah, I'm at the Ritz
911, I need your help, I'm all alone with six (Here I come)
Yeah, all these b*tches ready, ain't gotta tell 'em sh*t (Yeah)
Alright, get them b*tches' phones, we ain't takin' pics (Yeah, I did)
This the one I want to grab, would you look at this? (Yeah, she here)
Went out with my b*tch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (What the f*ck? LowTheGreat)
Why the f*ck you just sayin' somethin'? Can't believe this sh*t (Thought I did)
But if you really got six hoes, I'm finna lеave this b*tch (Smoov, what's good, baby? Yeah, I do)

[Verse: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]
Swear to God, on my lifе, I do (On God)
Hurry up, they singin' every word they want me to (Here I come)
Yeah, that thick b*tch here, the one that wanted you (Yeah, yeah)
Takin' shots, throwin' ass, I got 'em settled in and comfortable
I walked in, she like, "There go Jeeezy," they like, "b*tch, where?" (b*tch, where?)
b*tches on me, said she like my Lavers, these the big pair (Yeah)
Doin' hoes the coldest, damn, I could've been from Big Bear (You could)
Why this n*gga watchin' all my stories? Think his b*tch here (n*gga lame)
Finna figure out the ones that's f*ckin', send the rest home
I just told 'em what you said, n*gga, nothin' less (I just told 'em)
I think we need more b*tches, this ain't fun yet (This ain't fun)
b*tches greet me, pullin' down my pants, ain't got a hug yet
Let's act like we gotta leave to make these b*tches go (Alright)
Let's grab the stripper hoes from Cheetahs, they get off at four (Yeah, let's go)
Alright, n*gga, say no more (Say no more)
But how my b*tch know we out? What the f*ck you post? (I ain't post sh*t)
Turn a Sprite to a caramel frappé, what the f*ck you pour? (I don't know)
Jeeezy, where my drank? I'm lookin' for it, yeah, I know you know (I don't know)
I don't touch n*ggas' drank, n*gga, I don't know
You the last n*gga I seen with it, n*gga, where it go? (Where it go?)
n*gga, look up in the freezer, oh, I see it, here it go (Here it go)
I could round up all the b*tches, you could call me merry-go (Merry-go)
Knew exactly who her n*gga was, I ain't tell her though (I ain't tell her though)
n*gga sayin' he used to hang with us, I don't remember though (I don't remember though)
Two thousand dollar hoodie, you don't hear me though (Yeah, I hear you)
Yeah, I see you, I'm in Maxfield with Saint Michaels on (Yeah, I see you)
Prada bucket, yeah, that's what type of time I'm on
Let's go out of town to crack some b*tches we ain't never seen (Yeah, I'm with it)
n*ggas always talking 'bout the hoes that they never bring (Never bring)
I'm on 65th eatin' wings at C&W (C&W)
Told Jeeezy, "Keep steppin', never let these n*ggas humble you"
Told DJ, "We them n*ggas, let these b*tches outnumber you"
[Chorus: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]
Jeeezy, what you on? Yeah, I'm at the Ritz
911, I need your help, I'm all alone with six (Here I come)
Yeah, all these b*tches ready, ain't gotta tell 'em sh*t (Is that right?)
Alright, get them b*tches' phones, we ain't takin' pics (Yeah, I did)
This the one I want to grab, would you look at this? (Yeah, she here)
Went out with my b*tch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (What the f*ck?)
Why the f*ck you just sayin' somethin'? Can't believe this sh*t (Thought I did)
But if you really got six hoes, I'm finna leave this b*tch (Yeah, I do)