WYG lyrics

[Intro: Baby Kia]
Ahahaha, uh

[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that sh*t, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four-Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'

[Verse 1: Baby Kia]
Ah, rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah
Out the window, fully ARP, that drive-by-by-by-by
He got doo-doo-doo-dropped, he cannot cry, that fire too hot
You see that G-G-G-G-Glock, you better freeze or you gon' die
Red drank slowly f*ckin' up my system, RP tablets all I eat
I'm very geeked up off this drank, they ask me what's wrong with my speech
No moissanite, go flawless diamonds, throw a dub on top my teeth
Slide in the 'Hawk, look how I'm ridin', I'm in that Track', this ain't no Jeep
Big truck, loud stick, spinnin' with no DJ
White suit, beer bong, hop out like the KKK
Gen3, built-in, clutchin' up, no temp fade
Seventeen-inch stick, jump out, I'm swingin' just, like, what that mean?

[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that sh*t, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four-Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
[Verse 2: LAZER DIM 700]
Big stick, kick wake up the neighbors, they won't stop tellin'
I got green sh*t, green beam, aim at your lil' top tomato
I sell drank, put Wock' in Faygo
Don't bring your ho 'round me, I take hoes
n*ggas stay bitin', stay watchin' the next man
Shoot the stick, I damn near f*cked up my best hand
I ain't bought sh*t in guns, I ain't investin'
Caught her with the back of a swing, I ain't wreck it
Everywhere you go, you need gang to protect you
They think me and BK dumb, we on the spectrum
ARP ask you where you goin', it's fetchin'
My pants too tight to fit the stick, I stretch it
Put this sh*t on, I can get dripped any second
n*gga might run off, this sh*t too expensive
Third whip this week, I'm switchin' the rental
I ain't the one skimped you, my partner done skimped you
Treat this b*tch bad, I ain't shoot that b*tch gentle
Get in that Track', better know what you gettin' into
Get on that 'za, I come back to my mental
Get the lil' drop from a thot, it be simple
Spin your lil' whip, now your whip got dimple

[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that sh*t, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four-Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'