WYO

(Blizzy on the track, Bitch)
When I'm gripping her dome, I like when she moan
Cause it sound like a song and I might sing along
The smell of the burning of blunts of the strong
I ain't rolling leaves with no stems or no holes
Matter of fact I got seeds so I'm gone get em growing
Two shotties, a rotty
It's sad for your bones, if you come to my home I don't know what you on
Can't fuck with them niggas, them niggas ain't with you
No real in them niggas, they all some pretenders
I've been on a mission, they know that I'm with it
Everything I do different, I know that I'm gifted
Every time that I step out, they know that I'm fitted
Everything that you try to do, know that I did it
I did it, you trippin', you think that I didn't
I'm getting and getting it's all with the vision
You mad hating on me cause your bitch is with me
Here go a tissue, you got some issues
If you wanna shoot it out, I got a pistol
It don't hold 30, that bitch hold 50
It get filthy, I'm counting hundreds, it's far from the 50s
Only real niggas with me, and we play games, you wanna get silly
Ain't in no Hellcat but the Caddy purrrr
You hating on me and know all the words
I'm getting paper like books with all the nerds
Can't stop me, coming for everything I deserve
I don't tweet no more, leave that for the birds
Smoking Jeepers creepers', bud reek like a turd
Truth, I ain't trying to splurge, I know the worth
I ain't no sheep and if you are, then look, then go to herd
In my feelings, I be simping, but I won't never be a Simpson
And the rims on my whip glisten, I know I'm lit, fuck your opinion
I know I'm lit, so I won't listen
I fold the stick, with the extension
I got to get to where I'm getting
I hit a lick and I'm lickity splitting
When I'm gripping her dome, I like when she moan
Cause it sound like a song and I might sing along
And the smell of the burning of blunts of the strong
I ain't rolling leaf's with no stems or no holes
Matter of fact I got seeds so I'm gone get them growing
Two shotty's, a Rotti, it's sad for your bones
If you come to my home, I don't know what you on
Can't fuck with them niggas, them niggas ain't with you
No, really, them niggas, they all some pretenders
I've been on a mission, they know that I'm with it
Everything I do different, I know that I'm gifted
I ain't never trip when I know what I'm getting
But when you get to re-nigging, that's when I start tripping
And shit get to flipping
I'm trying to get to the bread, how do you not get the picture
I'm finna roll all my feelings up in this OG Swisher
When I'm gripping her dome, I like when she moan
Cause it sound like a song and I might sing along
And the smell of the burning of blunts of the strong
I ain't rolling leaf's with no stems or no holes
Matter of fact I got seeds so I'm gone get them growing
Two shotty's, a Rotti, it's sad for your bones
If you come to my home I don't know what you on