Wired lyrics

f*ck these hoes, all these b*tches stale
Boy you broke as hell
Go to jail, you can't make your bail
So you will probably tell
Pop a flat, now I'm high as hell
I feel like Ezel
War time, better not come outside
I shoot packs of steel
Hardbody, only been a month
I'm already healed
How you feel? jewelry cold as hell
But I ain't got no chill
I'm so high I don't wanna sign with no record deal
I'm so high I ain't coming down, I don't like how it feel
You broke ass n*ggas make me sick, throw up
You broke, then you need fix it, get your dough up
Got knots that don't fold up for sh*t, b*tch!
b*tch I'm hotter than some lava, but I'm cold as it gets
Don't worry bout me, n*gga worry bout your b*tch
She was staring at my whip, my rims blew her a kiss
I'm Jordan, Michael with this sniper rifle
I just won't miss
Don’t know the time these VVS's hitting check out my wrist
A lot of f*cking junkies in the traphouse
Don't gamble with your life cuz you'll crap out
Tell foenem bring the mac out
If you run they blow ya back out
I f*cked her from the back
And f*cked around and pulled her track out
I'm in the old school Dunk, I should name it Jerry Stackhouse
Big bank lil bank, he couldn't even pull a stack out
And b*tch if I was the president, I'll turn it into a black house
My clip longer than a movie if you n*ggas wanna act out
I wake up in the morning its a pass out
b*tch I'm trailling sand up in my castle
n*gga I don't box and I don't wrestle
Up my .40 cal and make it smack you
b*tches let me f*ck em with no hassle
We throw bullets, but these bullets tackle
I drowned that b*tch with crystal
Told her gargle
She couldn't take it, so she spit it out, and lost her marbles
You won't make it in this battlefield
You's a tattle tale
Take my b*tch and dress her in Chanel now she fly as hell
n*gga we got pounds, we got bales and this sh*t for sale
Baggin dope, still got residue in my f*cking nail
Weight it up, put it on that thang
I done broke the scale
Foreign trucks, sitting on them thangs
Sitting high as hell
Heard the breath under my hood
I done broke the wheel
Get my roll on, that's a big tymer of a pill
When I was a shorty yeah they called me lil wheel
b*tch I always knew I was gonna ball like Little Bill
I went blind, I couldn't tell the time
But my diamonds real
Red b*tch, she got sex appeal, red bottom heels