HARLEY QUINN!

[Intro: wyddillan, Trus.mp3, Gage Scott]
GO!
Uhh
Nah, bro, you gotta get Brayd0n on that shit!
Uhh

[Bridge: wyddillan]
I got a bitch
I got a bitch
And she to bad
Yeah she to bad

[Hook: wyddillan]
I got a bitch, I got bitch
And she too bad
Swervin the rims
I got the tims
And we spinning back
Money or Molly
Or blunts
I really can’t choose
What I want
Sleeping right through the alarm
Might take me a trip to Milan
I got bitches and they all so conceited
Chrome spinning through the rain
So you can see it
She lost her mind
Ima call her Harley Quinn
She be giving me mine
So you know I’m winning

[Verse 1: wyddillan]
I got a bitch and she to fucked up
Whole gang not stopping till we all number one
Just hit up Braydon
Told him send that beat in
To many hoes up in this bitch
All fucking wit Dillan
Money or Molly
Or liquor we going
She shaking ass
So tell her to come in
She told me live in the moment
Then asked me what am I toking
I told that bitch back up
I ain’t tryna sell you none
Then I hit it from the back
So much bass sound like a drum

[Hook: wyddillan]
I got a bitch, I got bitch
And she too bad
Swervin the rims
I got the tims
And we spinning back
Money or Molly
Or blunts
I really can’t choose
What I want
Sleeping right through the alarm
Might take me a trip to Milan
I got bitches and they all so conceited
Chrome spinning through the rain
So you can see it
She lost her mind
Ima call her Harley Quinn
She be giving me mine
So you know I’m winning

[Verse 2: wyddillan]
Pulled up in the Wock-mobile
Pink tint, brain glitch
I can’t feel
Now she tryna grab the wheel
She mental, she tryna seal the deal
Got no leash, got no love
Only got rage and a steel gun tucked
Got no friends
Til' the end
Only got whips where the rim gone spin
Spinning the block
And we going to hard
I’m whipping in a 5 star
Got stars on the roof of the car

[Hook: wyddillan]
I got a bitch, I got bitch
And she too bad
Swervin the rims
I got the tims
And we spinning back
Money or Molly
Or blunts
I really can’t choose
What I want
Sleeping right through the alarm
Might take me a trip to Milan
I got bitches and they all so conceited
Chrome spinning through the rain
So you can see it
She lost her mind
Ima call her Harley Quinn
She be giving me mine
So you know I’m winning