W.Y.O (red heat) lyrics

by

Quavo


Mike Willy with me n*gga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I'm all in the booth eating candy and sh*t (Candy and sh*t)
(Can't get enough) Can't get enough
I c*ck back that stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
That was a mistake, I didn't mean to say that
I f*ck on that b*tch and she don't tell no one, I don't play that
I’m real, I just told you so you can know where your lil bae at
And if you ever play about that lil' b*tch, I’ll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I'm hungry, I want some competitors
And that sh*t get fly like a pelican
I'm in LA, I want me some editors
Don't step on this landmine
I'm geeked out my mind, I'm not mankind
But this stick I'mma blast mine
Your b*tch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can't last mine
Didn't I tell you 'bout that last time
I'm eating so good, it's that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, n*gga, halftime (Blatt)
I c*ck back that stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
Pull up on a b*tch, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that b*tch up out my car and made her walk
No I'm not from Texas but I pull up kickin' sauce
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuffed that rental in the fender bender
Bend that b*tch over like sinner sinner
f*ck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of n*ggas
f*ck 'em all like we some thottie n*ggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
f*ck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
'Cause I really love it, didn't do it to show it
Bought a G-Wagon for my boys, my boys
f*ck a car note, I don't owe, don't owe
Lactose intolerant, bae I'm spoiled, I'm spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey baby)
I c*ck back that stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I f*ck with your sh*t but I don't know what you on
Pull up on your b*tch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
Pull up on your b*tch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
Pull up on a b*tch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
With exhausts (skrrt) with exhausts (skrrt)

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