Wah Gwann

[Intro]
Ahhhhh, nigga, pussy yeah
You know what the fuck goin' nigga
Birdie boy in this bitch, pussy
Yeah I'm poppin' and shit
You know what the fuck goin'
(Rock this shit the fuck out Hari)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hop out, walk down, I got two Glocks on me creep up
Oh, he come out the back then we gunnin' him down
We keep sendin' em a round we done made him asleep
Yeah, all of that shit talkin' got him chalked out
Get on his ass run him down need a breather
Pussy boy dead as hell, can't talk now
[?] with Lil Birdie keep shootin' the reason
Double D switch on my hip when I walk 'round
[?] got 2 Glocks like I'm bangin for Peter
Birdie outside don't get caught on the wrong side
Went to school, wanna kiss on my teachеr

Had to be there to see it, walkеd down and gave that boy so many face shots you wouldn't believe it
Yeah I got them young niggas turned up to kill sumn', sunday school yeah we gon' spin on the preacher
Fuck it we turn up, opp nigga play in the club and I bet his ass will get burned up
Saucin' the opps I be workin' my mood
The hoe dropped the dot, so he will get wet up
[?] I'm a fool with the tool
Foot on the pussy boy neck I won't let up
Wah Gwan be a rude dude
You gon' make me pop out the cut wit' berettas
Perky boy know I'm turned up off a 10
Young nigga posted on the block with them sticks out
Birdie boy on that fuck shit once again
Late night I'm in the box tryn' spin sum'
How many bodies you up, like 10
Stranded, know the fuck boy ain't get nun'
Two cars deep, bust the opps in
Homicide, know I hop out tryna switch sum'
Pl-plugged up, now I'm locked in
[?] back out, so my young nigga zip sum'
Worker boy, better go and clock in
[?] the Glock only time that I lift sum'
How you gon' do it? Pussy boy I'm 'bout that murder for real, they know I'm spinnin
Right now they pursuing, I caught an opp on feet, when I upped this bitch he got to dippin'
Hollow tip in my glocky, pussy we up on the score, why you bucking you must ain't get it
Fishbowl solid, walk that boy down put my mask on, they wanting to know who did it

[Chorus]
Yeah, hop out, walk down, I got two Glocks on me creep up
Oh, he come out the back then we gunnin' him down
We keep sendin' em a round we done made him asleep
Yeah, all of that shit talkin' got him chalked out
Get on his ass run him down need a breather
Pussy boy dead as hell, can't talk now
[?] with Lil Birdie keep shootin' the reason
Double D switch on my hip when I walk 'round
[?] got 2 Glocks like I'm bangin for Peter
Birdie outside don't get caught on the wrong side
Went to school, wanna kiss on my teacher