wack lyrics
by Dylan Brady
[Intro]
Yuh
I’m in the belly of the beast
Wrist go Yeti, still sweaty in the heat
Why you smokin’ reggie in the street?
Type of motherf*cker payin’ twenty for a G
[Chorus]
Boy, you tapped
Everybody at this party f*ckin’ wack
I’m about to go home smoke a pack
Wash my face, change clothes, take a nap
Why’d I even come over?
Boy, you tapped (Tapped)
Everybody at this party f*ckin’ wack
I’m about to go home smoke a pack
Wash my face, change clothes, take a nap
Why’d I even come over?
Boy, you tapped
[Verse 1]
Stop DM’ing me on Twitter (Stop, please)
Why can’t you just get the picture?
(Get it in your head, man)
Why the f*ck you want the number to my phone?
(Phone’s always dead, man)
Leave me alone
I just wanna go home