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 (Lost)
I can't close my eyelids
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 (Yeah)
Last year, made a big profit, uh (Yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet, uh
Smoking this gas got me coughing, yes, sir
If you talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (b*tch, b*tch)
Yeah (Yeah), it's a motherf*cking stickup (b*tch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Bah-bah)
I grew up a bad n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Sheck Wes]
Section 8 baby (In the projects)
I was in the projects with the hitters (Hitters)
Now, I count bands, count figures (Chicken)
You don't f*ck with Sheck Wes? Get the finger (b*tch)
Danced on a ho like Mike (Yes), danced on a ho like the wizard (Thriller)
My youngin heart cold like December (b*tch)
Streets done turned him to a killer

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
The car panoramic, all white, Ku Klux Klan-in'
I got in her panties, I didn't eat the candy
The new one is Spanish
I hopped out the coupe, gave a rack to her grannie
I don't do the bogus, ain't tryna expose you
I didn't even tell 'em your house was foreclosure, I didn't even know
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that you f*cked him
I owe you for life, and you won with no score
I hop off the jet, I hop on the boat
I'm smokin' Biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I have afterparties and air out the parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
When I get the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need a little break and they fussin' with you
It's the oath to shoot out of the bucket with you
Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got Skeletons added
The sh*t don't look average, I like how it's setting
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This piece 'round my neck, eat while cookin' my patty
I'm hungry as f*ck, 'bout to eat out her catty
I got the biggest spot inside the valley
I'm next to John Wall, I could throw him an alley
Run the play, boy, mansion is steppin'
I put on some ice, now I'm cold as an attic
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I know how to fish, I know that I'm rich
I poured an eight in a Sierra Mist
Ranned up some M's, I don't need a lick
Heard she was gone, 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 (Lost)
I can't close my eyelids
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 (Yeah)
Last year, made a big profit, uh (Yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet, uh
Smoking this gas got me coughing, yes, sir
If you talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (b*tch, b*tch)
Yeah (Yeah), it's a motherf*cking stickup (b*tch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Bah-bah)
I grew up a bad n*gga (Yeah)

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