Wya lyrics

[Chorus: sgpwes]
Ay we finna find where he at
He tryna run like it’s track
HA We turn that boy to a pack
We finna get you take you off the map
He tried to run get shot in his back
Hopped in the Tesla then I hop in a cat
I took yo b*tch and you know that’s a fact
Look at my pockets obese they fat
Uh I took yo hoe you can’t get her back
She wanna f*ck cause she know that I got it
I get the money that sh*t is a hobbie
Cuffing that hoe but you know she got mileage
He tryna be me like “why are you trying?”
Playing these b*tches you know that you dying
Playing these b*tches I’m commuting a crime
I’m sipping lean I’m feeling divine
I shoot a n*gga I feel like nirvan
I’m wit yo b*tch and I’m building a bond
I keep a stick in my hand like a wand

[Verse: Xasper]
I got a stick
Run up on me yo ass getting hit
We gon find where you at
You can run like it’s track
But if I catch yo ass you ain’t coming back
Turned to a pack
Smoked like a black
I’m really him you ain’t even that
The more I talk the more my pockets get fat
“What’s on yo head?” you know that’s a rack
[Chorus: sgpwes]
Ay we finna find where he at
He tryna run like it’s track
HA We turn that boy to a pack
We finna get you take you off the map
He tried to run get shot in his back
Hopped in the Tesla then I hop in a cat
I took yo b*tch and you know that’s a fact
Look at my pockets obese they fat
Uh I took yo hoe you can’t get her back
She wanna f*ck cause she know that I got it
I get the money that sh*t is a hobbie
Cuffing that hoe but you know she got mileage
He tryna be me like “why are you trying?”
Playing these b*tches you know that you dying
Playing these b*tches I’m commuting a crime
I’m sipping lean I’m feeling divine
I shoot a n*gga I feel like nirvan
I’m wit yo b*tch and I’m building a bond
I keep a stick in my hand like a wand