Wlatt Season 2

[Verse 1: WhyG]
Designer drip, I mixed with Nikes
Designer drugs, I mix the sprite
I mix the fentanyl so nice
Rickey rackades, I spent on the ice
Nintendo switch with a flashlight
All of my opps are to the side
Plus my aim is so precise
I guarantee you won't survive
Drop it up on 'em like surprise
And a black mask, for disguise
I left his head hard to describe
I made his head and his neck divide
Ambulance, cannot revive
We kill shit like genocide
He want smoke, that's suicide
Bitch I'm big boss 35

[Verse 2: SupaWassi]
When we drift, we pause the time
I put a bag on top of your life
I got rich off of doing crime
White bitch nosy, she do lines
Don't wipe your nose, bitch, you ain't slime
That thirty roarin' like a lion
Smoked for his watch, he ran outta time
Headshot make your face recline
Beef with us? That's suicide
Shoot your school up, Columbine
I was the last thing he memorized
We cook beef and let it fry
Ball up spikey, porcupine

[Verse 3: WhyG]
Burrrrrrrrrr!
And I'm big wlatt
And I'm big slime
I only fuck bitches from behind
I creep up on ya', take my time
Witnesses say they traumatized
If he ain't dead, he paralyzed
I stretch a brick like exercise
She give me head, I hypnotize
Big glizzy, it's customized
Red Tony runners, it's oversized
Vanish ya', you're vaporized
And my trap house organized
We got up and down the side
My opp block get terrorized
I see a opp and he neutralize
Kill a nigga ain't tat my eyes
Wass Gang what I advertise
Thanos with this .45
Wet him like he got baptized

[Verse 4: SupaWassi]
If I get caught [?]
We take ya' soul, you sacrifice
We take you out, you penalized
Wassas creepin' like your priors
My opps get busy, pass me the fire
Sellin' white girl, Lizzy McGuire
Trap house feelin' like the wire
Clip got hang time like Vince Carter
We ain't last when it's darker
Throwin' bullets like the chargers
Screw with my pup, you'd get murdered
Look at the script, Timmy Turner
Snatch her soul she just like a burglar
You ride my wave, you ain't a surfer
Glizzy touch you like a diddler
It made a bitch, you ain't a killer

[Verse 5: WhyG]
I'ma run out for here but he at Winners
Blaze 'em up like Damian Lillard
Vanish 'em just like a wizard
Had to drop him like some liter
Wipe ya' nose, I'm a real killer
I'm a big dog just like I'm clifford
Niggas bugs like caterpillars
Think he sick? I'm sicker
I give 'em, shots like liquor
Go switch for [?] quicker
I'm a swisher, not a bricker
I'm in her mouth like Snickers
Me and cro, not a wicker
Real shooter, Derek Fisher
Two-two glizzys, they sisters
My trigger fingers, it got blisters