WIPED lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(I-I-I—), (I-I-I—)
What? Huh
(I-I-I—)
Mhm
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
Us
(BNYX)
Live from the pyramids, I'm skraight
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah (Brrrt), yeah (Brrrt)
f*ck wrong with these hoes, thinkin' they won't get squished, I'll get a b*tch gone (Brrrt)
Pour up in a pineapple Fanta, I'm changing the skin tone (Brrrt)
In person better have the same energy you had on the cell phone (Brrrt), pus*y (Brrrt)
f*ck wrong with these hoes, thinkin' that they exempt, I'll get a b*tch squished too (Brrrt)
Call up my sister, press on the issue (Brrrt)
If you think you the sh*t, I'm the tissue (Brrrt)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
You can get wiped, you can get wiped (Brrrt)
And the coupe red like you paid someone, why? I can't tell you the price (Brrrt)
She said she don't smoke, she say she don't drink
Then f*ck is your vice? (What the f*ck?) (Brrrt)
I got more pints than you can count before blinkin' your eyes (Brrrt)
Yeah, I ride with the five
Ain't no b*tch too pretty to die
I ain't trippin', my assistant can slide
Know I stay with them bees like a hive (Brrrt)
Know I stay with them bees like it's Boston
Had six packs comin' from Austin
I had three fit b*tches, don't talk to em' (Okay)
Ain't dead yet still like a hologram (Brrrt)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah (Brrrt), yeah (Brrrt)
f*ck wrong with these hoes, thinkin' they won't get squished (Brrrt), I'll get a b*tch gone (Brrrt)
Pour up in a pineapple Fanta, I'm changing the skin tone (Brrrt)
In person better have the same energy you had on his cell phone (Brrrt), pus*y (Brrrt)
f*ck wrong with these hoes, thinkin' that they exempt, I'll get a b*tch squished (Brrrt) too (Brrrt)
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you think you the sh*t, I'm the tissue

[Verse 2: Lil Dann]
When I'm servin' I'm keepin' my gun in my hand (Hand)
My n*gga forgot bout' a body he caught, he done popped him a Xan (Uh, uh)
I f*ck your b*tch, put Chanel in her twat, I won't give her no cash (No cash)
I'm shoppin' linens, Japan (Japan)
I'm Lil Dann but I'm grown, you playin' (Facts)
b*tch I got bodies on bodies (Bodies)
b*tch it's Lil Dann and Lil Yachty (Okay)
I'm sellin' dope like a hobby (Oooh)
The way I get money, you'd think I play lottery (Oooh)
I'm stiff on a b*tch, they be sayin' I'm rude (Yeah)
I got some money, done dropped out of school (Heh)
I got two hunnid' right now and it's cool
I need to slow down but it's cool (Hey, hey)
Tennis chains, cubans and rings (I-I-I—)
I'm gettin' money, f*ck fame (Okay)
And most of you n*ggas be lame
You b*tches be f*ckin', that make you the same
You should've believed in me (I-I-I'm working on dying) (Okay)
But you rather be teasin' me
Turned a dub, that's a easy week (BNYX)
Ain't nobody here feeding me
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah
f*ck wrong with these hoes, thinkin' they won't get squished, I'll get a b*tch gone
Pour up in a pineapple Fanta, I'm changing the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on the cell phone, pus*y
f*ck wrong with these hoes, thinkin' that they exempt, I'll get a b*tch squished too
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you think you the sh*t, I'm the tissue