WTM lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck

[Verse]
The Uber takin' long as hell, I walked back
Tryna ask me 'bout my drip, where I bought that
You can't see this glizzy on my hip unless you hawk that
n*ggas ain't tryna do this sh*t for real, they just talk that
They just kicked the whole gang out, we can't even come back
We just found another move, we ain't even spun that
Put that glizzy on him, make him sh*t, make a n*gga run that
Fine sh*t say she don't want me in the mix, I ain't even on that
I don't even wear my f*ckin' Ricks, I don't even want 'em
If you talkin' 'bout f*ckin' licks, me and lil' gang want 'em
I just wanna f*ck your b*tch one time, I don't even really want her
Prostitute tried lil' twin, said her head a hundred
Make a path when I'm comin' in, they know lil' Lazer coming
I don't even know why 12 comin' in, we just f*ckin' running
Tried to have a threesome with her friend, she said I f*ckin' tried it
I don't even know what strand they got in, they said this sh*t Joe Biden
Rush and pay my stupid speeding tickets 'fore they take my license
I ain't even give a f*ck what be the ticket, I ain't even check the prices
Every time that b*tch get on liquor, she start actin' feisty
They invited me to they gang, nah, ain't invite lil' twin
When you shoot stick, get your aim right, it jump out your hand
Think I'ma keep givin' you these handouts? I ain't no ATM
n*gga tryna get onside my car, he think I'm racin' him
Bring all your friends, told that ho, "We got some space in here"
Twin turn around and shoot back, f*cked up, thinkin' 'bout chasin' him
Everywhere we go, he f*ckin' steal, I ain't takin' him
Runnin' with the Backwoods in my pockets, I be breakin' them
Heard a little sound at the door, asked, "Where that fire?"
If they ask why we gettin' into it, I ain't gon' tell them why
Put on black, I look like a shadow when I'm movin' by
I don't even wear no f*ckin' Jordans, I'm just now gettin' into it
Whatever you think you love the most, you better go and do it
Check my DM, line up fine sh*t, I need some hoes when I'm touring
You just out here walkin' 'round, you don't even know what you doing
Point that fire, I move it 'round, I bet this b*tch get to blowing
Think I don't know she gettin' around, but I know that b*tch going
I got too many fine sh*ts, my fine sh*t think I'm hoeing
Tryna stack my B-roll up, my lil' B-roll keep growing
I don't even f*ck with j*rk beats, but this lil' j*rk beat, it's flowing
Shorty, you ain't gon' smell nothin' but weed and money, I won't put on cologne
I got fine sh*ts all across the map, every timezone
First one to make it out that lil' trap, that's a milestone
Shoot this b*tch, this b*tch got a zot, it go a mile long
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
f*ck