Wyd ? lyrics

[Chorus]
What are you doing? Uh
Run up on me, what you doing? Uh
Uh, I just be shooting, uh
I know some n*ggas that's shooting, uh (Grrt)
Slam in the b*tch, Patrick Ewing, uh (Slam)
She open her mouth like communion, yeah
Yeah, I'm with my gang, with my union, yeah
We sendin' them rockets like Houston, yeah (Grrt)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah (Blatt), yeah (Glatt), I got these racks on me (Me)
Your b*tch wan' f*ck on me
Run up on me, you get hit, homie
Your pockets skinny, yeah, they bony
n*ggas be capping, yeah, they bologna
'Member was trapping at the Shoney's
Hit from the back, now that b*tch is moaning

[Verse]
I walk in the trap with a nine (A nine)
A n*gga run up, then his ass finna die (A die)
I keep me that nine, boy, you know I don't lie (Don't lie)
These hoes, they be stalking, yeah, they be some spies (Some spies)
I can't f*ck with n*ggas, you n*ggas despise (I'm hated)
I'm high, if I jump and I run, I could glide (I glide)
I walk in this b*tch with the glick by my side (My side)
I hit from the back, and I'm grabbin' her thigh
I'm gettin' that money, I'm gettin' that bag
These n*ggas be hatin', I know that they mad
I just hit your girl, you crying, you sad
I just sold a Perc' to a n*gga named Chad
I feel like I'm Duwap, you know that I'm glad
I'm shooting out the Glock like DJ Vlad
Feel like Comethazine, I bought a new Jag
I'm whippin' a Mustang, you whippin' a Stag
[Chorus]
What are you doing? Uh
Run up on me, what you doing? Uh
Uh, I just be shooting, uh
I know some n*ggas that's shooting, uh (Grrt)
Slam in the b*tch, Patrick Ewing, uh (Slam)
She open her mouth like communion, yeah
Yeah, I'm with my gang, with my union, yeah
We sendin' them rockets like Houston, yeah (Grrt)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah (Blatt), yeah (Glatt), I got these racks on me (Me)
Your b*tch wan' f*ck on me
Run up on me, you get hit, homie
Your pockets skinny, yeah, they bony
n*ggas be capping, yeah, they bologna
'Member was trapping at the Shoney's
Hit from the back, now that b*tch is moaning