Wu Banga lyrics

[Hook: RetcH x2]
All my n*ggas drinking, smoking, f*cking b*tches, getting money
Throw ya hands up in the air my dealers and they f*cking druggies
All my n*ggas drinking, smoking, f*cking b*tches, getting money
Throw ya hands up in the air my trappers and their f*cking custies

[Verse 1: RetcH]
Wake up in the morning take a hot one
Going hard n*gga 'til the cops come
And these motherf*cking bands and my polo down'd stance
In the car and I think I might box one
High as f*ck with the windows up
Got dirty dirty in that sippy cup
n*gga f*ck a sprite and f*ck a 7-Up
n*gga mix that sh*t with some fruit punch
Purple punch got me sipped out
Knocked out on Freddie Gibbs couch
Smoking on a codeine blunt
Plenty purple kisses for your b*tch mouth
Shouts out n*gga Da$H, he be turnt up
Shouts out Shorty K, he be turnt up
n*gga know me, I be turnt up
n*gga and we finna take your b*tch out
I'ma eat all that b*tch food
Bring all my friends to that b*tch house
I'ma ash where the f*ck I want
Smoking hella weed on that b*tch couch
Look her in the eyes like, 'b*tch what's good?'
Acting like she ain't know n*ggas was hood
All up in the sh*t like I pays the bills
Ash on the couch so she know it's real
[Hook: RetcH x2]
All my n*ggas drinking, smoking, f*cking b*tches, getting money
Throw ya hands up in the air my dealers and they f*cking druggies
All my n*ggas drinking, smoking, f*cking b*tches, getting money
Throw ya hands up in the air my trappers and their f*cking custies

[Verse 2: Da$H]
I'm Sosa, you n*ggas more like Casper Gomez and the Diaz brothers
Ride through your wifey crib, clog her toilet up with double rubbers
di*k head, live to really ditch feds, ginger bread be stacked
Bread, loaves of it see sh*t I'm f*cking loaded
Roll the dope up b*tch, you know I'm tryna smoke it
sh*t I'm roasting got me floating and my third eye fully open
Yelling f*ck illuminati, riding shotty up La Brea Ave
Aiming at a copper badge, dreams that I constantly have
Of raping the system, rather see me in prison than make it
Want it I take it, lobster tail and steak on my plate
Just the Don in me, crew teflon, they think of harming me
So many drugs up in my system I feel like a moving pharmacy
Say I got a problem, solve it, live it 'til I'm in my coffin
Lay some boomers out in Austin, never mind because I lost it
I'm f*cking bossing, yeah, yeah, yeah so
Yeah so, yeah so, yeah so, yeah so, yeah so, yeah so

[Hook: RetcH x2]
All my n*ggas drinking, smoking, f*cking b*tches, getting money
Throw ya hands up in the air my dealers and they f*cking druggies
All my n*ggas drinking, smoking, f*cking b*tches, getting money
Throw ya hands up in the air my trappers and their f*cking custies