Wagyu

[Intro]
Frick, frick, frick

[Chorus]
Tryna run up on Kris, we gon' smack you
Started crying, you know we gon' attack you
Choppa hit his brains, we finna wack you
Gold on my steak, I'm eating Wagyu
Tracker on his car, we finna track you
Feeling [?], I'm finna sack you

[Verse 1]
Choppa on me, choppa on me, choppa on me, we gon' hit his brain
Lil' ho, she wanna pull up with Lil' Kris, huh, she not in my range
I do not know how to control a gun, huh, I'm letting it rain
I got rich on my own but [?], huh, never put in no pain
Off-White tee, [?]
I blew up but I'm not finna change
Lil' bro a [?], he askin' for change
She want my number, we cannot exchange
Frick, frick, frick, frick

[Chorus]
Tryna run up on Kris, we gon' smack you
Started crying, you know we gon' attack you
Choppa hit his brains, we finna wack you
Gold on my steak, I'm eating Wagyu
Tracker on his car, we finna track you
Feeling [?], I'm finna sack you

[Verse 2]
Frick
Your song is trash, gotta change the audio
I'm off the shrooms, I feel like I'm Mario
Me and my bro like Mario and Wario
That boy is fat, gotta do some cardio
I made a hit, gotta shoot a video
I'm hittin' licks, start to tell the radio
Gotta make a hit, I'm locked in the studio
Locking in from [?]
Shout out [?], Julio
Tryna run up on Kris, gotta go
And I'm outside, I be chillin' with yo' hoe
You talking down but this choppa finna blow
Remember I was down, but now I'm up in my [?]
They're all broke, do not care 'bout no troll
She beggin' for money, she strip on the pole