Wafi lyrics

[Intro]
(Dollaz cooked this sh*t up)

[Chorus: Blo]
First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi
Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi
We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'
I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches
Rolex Oyster Perpetual
I f*cked her, I'm onto the next one
Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em
High-speed, I f*cked 'round and left 'em
I went right, I don't f*ck with the left one
BTA, we just puttin' sh*t to bеlt, uh
I got smackers with hammers and nails, huh
We gеt out, we gon' run up them bails bond

[Verse 1: Blo]
I know he locked up and thinkin' it's over, I just pray to God he don't tell nothin'
I don't call it trickin', that sh*t was some light sh*t, I really just got the ho's nails done
Bro gave me some bags, but I'm known for strikin', he didn't even think I could sell nothin'
My partner be swipin', he wipin' sh*t down, last month, he went on a Zelle run
This month, he on to Chase
They need to pop it for my striker, went on over ten high-speed chase
She don't never get her makeup done, but she let me beat her face
I told bro he better not tell, I know he can beat his case
I know he can get away
f*ck the judge, f*ck the system
I don't care about them b*tches bein' blood, I'm tryna f*ck twin sisters
They won't give lil' Jax a bond, f*ck DeKalb, free my n*gga
I can go viral at any moment, all I gotta do is post a Triller
All I gotta do is post a picture
He's a ho, but you post him like a killer
Hate that groupie sh*t, this on God, I don't know that n*gga
n*gga said I wouldn't go up, f*ck 'round, blew up, had to show a n*gga
Shootin' dice middle of the hood, n*gga, I crap out, watch me four a n*gga
Shootin' dice middle of the hood
I don't need security, I'm good
Car, but the trunk in the hood
This not a Carbon, it's Draco, it's wood
This not a Carbon, I'm ridin' with a Draco
Young n*ggas 'round me, they do what I say so
I don't eat candy, just lean and Faygo
Me and lil' Iggy was just ridin' through Clayco
Me and Iggy
I can't forget about bae, was just ridin' with blicky
I got bros on the waist, but I'm still ridin' with Dilly
And I give game like Gillie
These n*ggas flutes, they'll sell out, they'll blow the game like Philly
[Chorus: Blo]
First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi
Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi
We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'
I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches
Rolex Oyster Perpetual
I f*cked her, I'm onto the next one
Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em
High-speed, I f*cked 'round and left 'em
I went right, I don't f*ck with the left one
BTA, we just puttin' sh*t to belt, uh
I got smackers with hammers and nails, huh
We get out, we gon' run up them bails bond

[Verse 2: Enphamus]
b*tch, I'm blazin', ain't stuntin' your tampon (Blatt)
When you 'round me, no wearin' no AirPod (Uh)
I just got a new drop we can camp on (Camp on)
I ain't goin', it's gon' be a standoff (Bah)
'Nother b*tch I done tatted my stamp on (Tatted)
Oh, he fumbled, he f*cked up the handoff (Hut)
b*tch gon' ask me why I got a Samsung (Bling)
Mind your business, lil' ho, take your pants off (Strip)
Wagon M4, hop out this b*tch too geeked (Vroom)
Send a hit while I'm listenin' to Toosii (Tellin' you)
Twenty-five, f*ck her friend, I go two seats (Porsche)
You can't come to my house, I ain't Boosie (b*tch)
You can't come in the spot, I ain't Rick Ross (Huh)
Drop wet like I'm throwin' a car show (Bling)
Tired of drivin' myself, I'm a big boss (Skrrt)
Got a driver, I had let the car go (I'm tellin' you)
I'm not Hannah Montana, this my life (b*tch)
White ho tat my name on her booby (Name)
First day in the county, I got knifed (Stabbed)
I got cameras, I'll kill an intruder
She a seven, I take her to Starlite (Hmm)
She ain't the type I'd take to no movie
If you owe me, I need that sh*t by night (Night)
Or your ass in a blender, no smoothie
I went back to the E with a ZPAP
Come back to the South with a Micro (Drac')
With them strikers, f*ck 'round get your car jacked (Hmm)
I'm the one he can call on like GEICO (Insurance)
When I say, b*tch, I'm him, b*tch, I mean that (Mean that)
f*ck n*gga, it wasn't no typo (b*tch)
In a Honda 2000, I'm laid back (Skrrt)
With a strap in my lap like a dyke ho (I'm tellin' you)