W.F.H Lyrics

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Free gang or no gang

Stony P shit

Yeah

Trap spot jumping, we got work this ain't no work from home

2 different phone numbers

1 for hoes

And 1 to purchase on

Cup full of purple, it match my jeans

Bad bitch match my flee

Chrome heart tee

You still smoke OG so we can't the match the weed

Brand new embosser

Bought a ATM, and 2 bitcoin machines

Flipped the bin, finessed all my vendors, you was blitzing

I was quarterbacking, then I found a sender, let my bitch receive

He cross the line, these niggas flagging, that's a penalty

Christian Dior shoes I'm walking spiritually

Plotting on my plug cuz I ain't never liked his energy

Knocking on yo door, up the stick, trick or treat

Break the pack down and wrap it up like it's Christmas Eve

Everybody's a holiday, Jrue Holiday, I got the D on lock

Put my brothers onna block

In the kitchen like a chemist shout my junkies we got chemistry

Dishing rocks, still could get you shot, they call me pistol Pete

Dishing rocks, still could get you shot, they call me pistol P

Trap spot jumping, we got work this ain't no work from home

2 different phone numbers

1 for hoes

And 1 to purchase on

Cup full of purple, it match my jeans

Bad bitch match my flee

Chrome heart tee

You still smoke OG so we can't the match the weed

Brand new embosser

Bought a ATM, and 2 bitcoin machines

Flipped the bin, finessed all my vendors, you was blitzing

I was quarterbacking, then I found a sender, let my bitch receive

He cross the line, these niggas flagging, that's a penalty

Trap spot jumping, we got work this ain't no work from home

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