WYDT (What You Do Today?) lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Got a quarter million dollars, I got— alright
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, Money Is Not Everything, n*gga
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Broke-ass n*gga, what you do today?
Alright
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, man, free the whole ghetto

[Verse]
Broke-ass n*gga, what you do today?
I just bought a pint of Trish, I’m finna do an eight
Ten thousand on a joggin' fit, it's a Louis day
I got so much LV on, call me Louie Ray
That’s my blood brother
Me and C just drunk a pint, that's my mud brother
My n*gga fightin' for his life, he served an undercover
I beat b*tches' back in, I don't go under covers
I don't kiss and tell, I don't pillow talk
Five thousand all blues'll get your killer bought
Fifty thousand all hundreds, he think hе gettin’ off
That’s just small pape'
I need insurance on this pint, call Allstatе
And I don’t know how to cut hair, but I give bald fades
Pull up on your b*tch and get my balls ate
I'm finna pull up with a brick and give 'em all shake
Da Young OG, b*tch, I talk more sh*t than Dawgface
It's a new year, this a new pint
Went to Wafi, six hundred, I got new ice
In a 680 Maybach with the blue lights
I’d rather gamble buyin' fake drank, I don't shoot dice
My n*gga shot a crib up, they gave him two lifes
Supercharger on a V truck, I just flew by
I've been up for six days like I do ice
Quarter-million dollars rap money, I made that tonight
On a eight-hour pass, I made a quarter-million
I hope I don't go to hell for abortin' children
Damn, you ain't had no Actavis? I drunk a four in prison
Bring the AR pistol in the club, I'm an important n*gga
I wore Dior in prison
Baby, what you want, a purse? I'll Dior your Christian
Came home, made "RIO FREE," it took me forty minutes
n*gga, ask Will
I got a thousand Percocets, only half real
But we ain't use no fentanyl, they just Advil
Twelve hours free, I made a half mil'
I can't believe you told the b*tch to pay half the bills
Count the money with my eyes closed, I got mad skills
I'm a scram scraper
The way I'm livin', I might make a hundred grand later
I don't know, bro
Ain't had no pape' when I caught this case, I went pro bono
Just cracked a seal, drunk a four, now I'm movin' slow-mo
And I don't drink them Act' pops, I heard it's Chlo-Chlo
I beat my b*tch ass in broad day, she called the po-po
I can't believe this b*tch tried to get me violated
.308 hit him in his head, now it's annihilated
I hit her raw nine months ago, she said she dilatin'
Found a grower on the West Coast, I'm tryna buy an acre