WYK Lyrics

What you know about biting the hand the fed you 'cause the hand tryna reach for your throat

What you know about beefing with niggas you grew up 'cause them niggas wanna see you fall

What you know about taking this and that

What you know about giving this and that

What you know about having dreams that you saving lives, but spending days in trap

Real shit no cap this shit is more than rap

Four fingers down one up to my dad

We just stand on words we don't take 'em back

Tryna take my chain get the (brr tah brah)

Last nigga did got zipped in a bag

Shawty let me hit from the front and the back and that's that

And before you stand in my way (Oh way)

I got so much to say (Ok)

Don't got time for no fade I just step with the K and I swear I ain't catching no case

And no you can't come to my place, if I hit imma shake, fast food got too much at stake

Tryna put my life in place falling down to my face but I'm out here on the same shit with the same set

It been like 100 days but I'm in the same fit

Remember me and bro fuckin' on the same bitch

I'm pulling off the lot and I'm in a big shit

Oh shit, 100 miles like I'm in a spaceship

Oh shit, tell me how do I really say this

Real shit, I'm star and god in the fucking making

When I talk can you hear in my fucking accent

I ain't never lacking, I'm just really pressing

My boys on go with one phone call they ain't never stressing

I'm tryna lay low but I really want more

Thank God for this blessing

Get me on to the next thing

Pour me the anounting

Just tell me bout my way (Oh way)

Just tell me bout my way (Oh way)

Just tell me bout my life

Tell me bout my life

I just wanna die

Sometimes I wanna cry

Just tell me bout my way (Oh way)

Just tell me bout my way (Oh way)

Tell me bout it

Back to back to match the output

Gang on go they going to attack you

Show me how to flood my iTunes

Way before I met the pro tools

You don't wanna know what the hell I go thru

Probably think that my life is so cool

I swear to God I'm never faithful

My shawty pussy good like sweet potato

Hold on

Shawty wanna fuck 'cause she smelling my cologne

Opp niggas mad 'cause I'm putting a show on

I keep it a stack when I counting a stack if it's up then is stuck, my nigga go on

Fuck outta here, I don't hang with no peons

Getting money is something that we on

Pop the pill and I'm starting to lean on 'em

Niggas is soft so I'm putting my feet on 'em

I bought me a car with no key on 'em

Shit is tinted I ride with the heat on me

I don't think all them niggas could beat on me

The jakes found a body, they putting that shit on me

I did I did it, killing niggas with a beat only

Can't you see homie