Weil & Winfield ft. Boyd Money Lyrics

Shit, them boys is back damnit

Weil and Winfield boys, yeah

What is Riponda?

How do you spell Riponda?

Shit, fuck you pay me bitch like S

Fuck with me, fuck with me

Fuck with me, fuck with me

Fuck with me, fuck

Yeah, fuck

Aye, aye, creep through the alley way

Aye, fuck you pay me bitch like Sally Mae

Aye, bunch of followers I'm Simon Say

Aye, sell that pack sell a dime a day

Slit on a white tee, now that boy ripped

Iron man bank safe boy I feel like Cal Ripken

No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip

Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga

Uh, living out my momma's prophecies

Leak your L's on IG live so you gotta see it

Uh, 2012 in Winfield the hoes followed me

Stomp through dorm to swallow me

Before I had a pot to pee in

She got her summer body on a lean diet

All that ass you got, it ain't bought let me get behind it

Bench side, sideline hating getting senile

Then you cross my aisle throwing smiles then you reroute

I see now, I see now

Yeah, broken hearts still on that Weil side

Over Olive tears after all these years you'll still die

From the trail to the frat for the real ride

Off honest jest snatch Sigep bitch for meal time

Talking crossing cross faded cross dressers

It's not the whole line just the few for the message

Bring the calvary to the stoop 'fore we shoot

And I'm not talking snoop but now you're glued to the roof

I'm a dog

Niggas acting like they hard, but they really soft

Criss cross a nigga turn em into apple sauce

No TikTok clocking niggas out, they in the yard

No wristwatch, can't tell what time these niggas really on

Just like Christina, I just want to see some millions

Just like Tina shaking ass, she think she got some buns

I ain't rapping on this track, I'm really having fun

I ain't stopping at the top, I shine bright like the sun

Catch me vibing baby, what's your name? I gotta know

You really thinking you all that, you must be Coolio

All my thoughts be confidential, call me Foolio

You'll never catch me lacking, Nardo who want smoke

Try to tap into my thoughts, see what's on my mind

Niggas lurking in the dark

I'm wilding, I'm spazzing, I'm killing the stage

My ganja be purple, I'm blowing that haze

My music be crack cause that's all that you crave

I'm going all green like the Boston parade

Been master since slave and I'm slaving away

King of the hill and I'm selling propane

Been lighting that gas and my shit be the flame

Fire on fire, that's musical haze

Got music for days

21 blessings

Kush with the lean so I'm not even stressing

My buttons fell off so you can't even press em

No need to impress em, I do this for me

Block button, remove the toxins

Daddy wasn't there put mini-me's up for adoption

You a fuck boy, strange thing about the Johnson's

Hm, you running out of options

Fuck you gon do

In my face Namastay-ing

Round the way conversating

Group chat finger fading

Fuck you gon do

Nigga I'm a tee staining

Fling taking

Weave claiming

Swing waiting

Please fade me

Fuck you gon do

Nigga

Ah, creep through the alley way

Aye, fuck you pay me bitch like Sally Mae

Aye, bunch of followers I'm Simon Say

Aye, sell that pack sell a dime a day

So I was fucking this little light skinned bitch the other night

You feel me, Missionary style

And god damnit I was about to buss

And I wanted to buss on her face

And she put the meat in her mouth

And swallowed whole and said

Gulp