Wack Man Lyrics

Uh uh uh uh

All in the club spitting game in my white tee see there can be another you but there won't be a me

Feel like I'm andre with three stacks but what's up underneath

Inhaling kush I mash the gas he smoking potpourri

Too quiet in this bitch unload the drums jamboree you only ever trust a bitch as far as you can see

Blue jeans I bought from Fashion Nova with the Michael Kors

She don't use snap But she gone snap me when she get bored

Stupid nigga wanna be me so he got a he fade

I'm Fucking on his lil cousin turned her to a maid

Goofy

Buster

He's a Wack man

been running from the smoke again I call him Pac Man

Niggas reaching hoes wildin friends over stepping and when I catch him I go fy fy fy in his direction

Whip Black on black copped it cause I hate niggas

That's a four door car outside I need two more bitches

Three in the back one on the trunk

my nigga in the front

Hella bags full of gas zaza in a blunt

Blood hounds hunt a nigga tryna get him slump

Insta capping cross dresser he's a fucking punk And that bitch your lucky charm but she like to fuck

This a one man gang nigga imma throw it up

Think I need a bunch of niggas when I got it on me

Think I need a bunch of niggas when I got it on me

Nigga

He's a wack man been running from the smoke again I call him Pac Man niggas reaching hoes wildin friends over stepping and when I catch him I go fy fy fy in his direction

He's a wack man been running from the smoke again I call him Pac Man niggas reaching hoes wildin friends over stepping and when I catch him I go fy fy fy in his direction