Wayne Perry lyrics

[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew
Yeah
Slayers coming
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse]
Five hundred dollar fitted, white [?] Mike Amiri
We don't do no snitchin, we just hope we get acquitted (yeah)
n*ggas got t-shirts, [?] got a few pendants (c'mon)
[?] more sh*t gone than these n*ggas [?]
Drank an 8 to hisself, man that n*gga Slay trippin (what)
Doin 90 in the foreign, bendin corners, bout to flip it (skrt, skrt)
[?] hands on, I'm just pickin up my digits (yeah)
All sleaze in Miami just for pickin up the b*tches (hahah)
I'm in RT in Vegas, spending thousands on my britches (fffft, bee)
n*ggas flashin petty money, I just give that to my b*tches
[?] up in the Sprite, I'm just sippin what I'm lifting
I turn words into money, sh*t, I guess I'm really gifted (I got it)
I ain't got on no Mikes, these Margiela cool greys (stupid)
di*k suckin and don't know nun, keep it cool gang
My foreign b*tch got pharma ties, I text her "bring me blues bae"
My closet changing with the seasons, everything get threw away (it so)
Count it up so fast, man, the money counter can't f*ck with me (nah, can't)
Got Wayne Perry behind me, man, these lil n*ggas ain't touching me (gun sounds)
I heard the way you rap, man, you lil n*ggas [?]
(these n*ggas on no sh*t) (ain't never made no money)
I hear you sneak dissing, boy your hoe ain't got a chance with me (she don't)
Still rocking [?] jeans, stuff em up with bands
Buy a Supreme tee, chain on me, see it dance (c'mon)
You tryna be me, that sh*t don't work, go get a bag
Her last n*gga was broke, I took that hoe, made her advance
The art of the hustle, I need two thousand for a feature (yeah)
That young n*gga worth something, ain't no money, I ain't speaking
Overpour my cup, God damn, this b*tch leaking (f*ck)
Soon as Dee crack open that bookbag, this b*tch reeking (yeah)