WTW lyrics

(Verse)
Thanks Yakree this beat too hard
Sharkey said I'm goin' up I'm goin' far
Lil bro best be polled up just know I don't spar
See my filthy jeans, she think I'm bizzarre
See my filthy jeans, he know I get guap
Real florida Jit, I'm headed to the top
Play this in the club cus b*tch this is a bop
Don't put trust In hoes, these b*tches be some bops
When I'm in the trap I rock Birkinstocks
Don't come to my trap, we keep hella chops
Thousand dollar jeans holdin' up my chop
You can't come up In my trap If you not Vetementsocks
Zooted off my ass I ain't talkin prod
Zooted off, zoot-, zoot-zooted off my ass I ain't talkin prod
You was doing homework, I was doing fraud
Got this bad ass bih from Europe, yea she’s here abroad
Told her that my name was Maxon, shawty popped her bra
Lil bro I ain't saying bruh I am sayin bra
Maison Francis my scent, b*tch this is baccarat
Yea I take a lot of percs, cuz b*tches talk a lot
White b*tch up in the club said "It's shot o-clock"
But I keep that pole on me, It's always shotta clock
b*tch It's up what's the word?
Ridin' 'round the block like what's the word
f*ck what you heard, b*tch I am the first not the third
Up like a bird, ballin' like a spur, yuh
b*tch I'm the one, you don't want no ones
Betta keep a gun
I was high during the eclipse, like where the sun?
All my sh*t is a hit, I'm on the run
Every label want me like I'm on the run
It's too many straps on me, I weigh a ton