Wack Something lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Four cars deep, bending blocks, tryna whack something (Bending corners)
n*gga, I ain't getting in that whip 'less the straps coming (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
I could give a f*ck if it was blood, I'll whack cousin (Man)
In the kitchen cooking— shh, got the— ah jumpin'
Cuddy cuttin' up all through traffic, hope he bapped nothin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
You ain't even flipped nothin' out that pack, what you get back from 'em? (What the f*ck?)
Psh, please let me know
Never in my life been the type that'll stress a ho (Hell nah)
Blicky on me, I'll punch your ass, but we ain't wrestling though (You know it's on)
My fiend told me he ain't tryna buy it, but he'll test thе dope
Whew, this n*gga psyched out (Ayy)
Hit a n*gga block broad day, it's a wipе out (Ah-ah-ah)
When we post in the 'jects, bro on the roof, it's a snipe out (Ayy)
The blickies that we totin' knocking power and lights out (Big sh*t, damn)
I'm just sayin', it could get icky (You already know)
b*tch, when we f*cking, watch your lips, I don't do hickies (Ayy)
Go nowhere without it, I rock and roll with my blicky (I keep it on me)
I even take a sh*t with it, it's on me when I sleep
Bro coming off the hip with it, he up it 'fore you blink (Ah-ah-ah)
Them n*ggas at the store goofy as f*ck, what did they think? (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
My b*tch rockin' Dior, you won't catch her in no Pink
And I ain't pay for this one, shout out Nico for the beat (Uh)
They like how you know this and that? My ear stay to the streets
They like how you know this and that? My ear stay to the streets
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Yeah, it's my turny-urn
b*tch couldn't even get my di*k hard, I pulled out, earthy worm
b*tch like, "When you seein' me again?" I'm like, "The thirty-third"
You for the streets, I had to kick you to the curby-urb
Slap a b*tch for mouthing my sh*t wrong, b*tch, learn the words
I'll curve a thousand b*tches, but won't curve them birds
And RIP my n*gga Tre, we getting turnt for Durk
She like, "How you f*cking me this long?" I'm off a Perky-erk
How the f*ck you n*ggas killers? Y'all ain't dropped sh*t
Better yet, not even that, who you shot, b*tch?
I'll pull up on that b*tch you love, get my c*ck licked
Pulling overs up in court, b*tch, these priors, b*tch
He don't want no parts of this, these thousand dollar rolls
You suckers got a lot of balls, but do you got a roll?
Ain't gon' be sitting on no toilet when I drop a load
When I'm sh*tting on you n*ggas, I could drop it though
Thinking you gon' take from me, boy, what you sniffing on?
Your b*tch gon' always cheat with me, she say you hit it wrong
b*tch, I'm a king, I'm not no pawn, I told her kiss the throne
Please direct me to your ho just so I could sh*t up on her
I thought you would never lack, boy, what you slipping for?
I'm authentic with this sh*t, all original
b*tch, I'm DaBoii, I'm a billy goat
I'll never leave the heat like it was getting cold
Whew, ah, what's the deal?
Everybody got a pole and every clip around me filled
b*tch, I keep plastic, still'll rock with the steel
You gotta pay me for my time, what you got for a pimp?
Boy thought that I was Cosby, I keep lots of the bills
Rapping like you got on cleats, you was not in the field
Mama always told me have no thots in the crib
But she never ever told me keep no Glock in that b*tch
Why your Fanta turning green? Pour some Wock' in that b*tch
And you got her tatted on you, but my c*ck in that b*tch
Ears hanging off my head from the rocks in that b*tch
This rap sh*t, yeah, I got this sh*t on lock, I'm a smith
I don't want Beni's today, give me that Ruthy sh*t
My bro'll up on anybody, don't care who he is
Get to dancing in the pus*y on my groovy sh*t
You don't like who I be 'round, you n*ggas shoot me then, b*tch