Wancho Breesh lyrics

[Intro]
(I should probably go, it’s getting late)
(Computer rights for life)

[Verse]
Cut off his hand if a n*gga think he schemin’ on me
I got bands, baby, just for all of my opponents
Don’t give a damn if a n*gga think he schemin’ on me
b*tch this Drac’ ain’t signed for nothin’ it’s gon’ sing a chorus
You know I be by myself, I ‘ont f*ck with n*ggas, it’s just me and Lamim
b*tch, I’m like “Free lil 30”, I’ve been stackin’ money, know I’m poppin’ that bond with ease
b*tch I’m that blast-off, Top Kid Industry, run in yo’ house with the mask off
Just came back from Ella, kick my feet up, take these Rafs off
Self-employed, she ride me and she gorgeous
Brand new foreign, hotbox the whip (Pshew)
Catch that opp we scorin’, and made them n*ggas dip
I got money, baby, and it’s been a minute since I’ve been broke, n*gga
He's a broke lil' n*gga
Red light, green light, red light, green light, baby yellow
Ain’t no police, baby, I don't know what they said
We keep Dracos for them type of n*ggas
Don’t do Range Rover and we don’t do Fisker
In the crib countin’ band with a pistol
If you gon’ tweak with my man, we gon’ get you
I got money, I got wancho breesh, n*gga
Pop a pill and you won’t like how they unleash n*gga
I’m the same old Jace, baby f*ck iayze
You stuck in yo’ same old ways, that sh*t not the way
I start to feel just like the sh*t, tell label give me raise
He went from a Blood into a Crip, I think he in a daze
That lil n*gga went and fell off quick, they don’t wan' give him praise
Fly out then I treat that b*tch like sh*t, she in a love maze
She don’t care about how I treat her long as it’s comin' with Casamigos
LA, ATL, Ella Ella to Del Rio
Catch him, wish him well, I wouldn’t want to be him eitho'
[Outro]
I mean either
I mean either
I mean either
I mean either
I wouldn’t want to be him eitho'
I got money, I got wancho breesh, n*gga
I got money, I got wancho breesh, n*gga
I got money, I got wancho breesh, n*gga
I got money, I got wancho breesh, n*gga