Sheck Wes

"MAYDAY"

[Intro]
Yo, Chase B!

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (b*tch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (Yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (Yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young n*gga off it (Uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (Uh)
Last year, made a big profit (Yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (Uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (Yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (b*tch, b*tch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherf*cking stick up (b*tch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh)
I grew up a bad n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Sheck Wes]
Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (Hittas)
Now, I count bands, count figures
You don't f*ck with Sheck Wes? Get the fingers (b*tch!)
This not a ho like Mike (Yes), this not a ho like wizard (Wizard)
My youngin' heart, cold like December (b*tch)
Streets done turned me to a killer (Killer)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
The car panoramic, all-white coupe and Klan it
I got in her panties, I didn't even get it
The new one is Spanish, I hop out the coupe
Gave her right to her grannie, I don't do the bogus
Ain't tryna expose her, I don't even be telling her
If I call it, I don't even know it
So sorry I am sorry, I thought that you f*cked him
I owe you for life, yeah and you know the score
I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I hop out of parties and air out the parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don’t want no Bacardi
When I keep the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
When she gets the open, shoot it outta the buckey
We just need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas brightless, got skeletons added
The sh*t don't look average, I like how it setted
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This b*tch 'round my neck, he might cook it my Patek
I'm hungry as f*ck, 'bout to eat out the carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' this [?]
I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish, I knew that I'm rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick
Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that b*tch

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (b*tch!)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (Yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (Yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young n*gga off it (Yeah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (Uh)
Last year, made a big profit (Yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (Uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (Yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (b*tch, b*tch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherf*cking stick up (b*tch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh)
I grew up a bad n*gga (Yeah)

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