Wvsted

Mikey More**

Shoot at a nigga

Run down his Patna

Boot me up

I got the hands of a boxer

Empty the safe

Scope on the choppa

Cross me nigga

I won’t hesi to ball ya

Fast with a clap

Glock or the cheek

Bag on the map

Charge a band for a feat

Grams ion grab

Only asking for P’s

And her nigga a stand in

She waiting on me

That fashion I got

It my dry up yoo drip

And since I’m such a baller

I’m guarding the rim

Baby Attached

Side bitch gon interfere

And if i wanted I get it again

Call me the landlord since I’m running homes

And every lick that meet Ima use

Fuxk on his mama

Now I’m the papi

Make that lil nigga go to his room

Beast hit her backend

Mark her ahh up now she screaming in accents

Lubaton looks with cardia glasses

Laminate license to kill then I pass em

Each of my niggas you try us we blasting

Hunnid 20 while I speed I ain’t fastened

Fuckin with me then it might get you robbed

Move and you dead I don’t know how it happen

Alibi’s so it won’t get you caught

Chef**

I’m a stand up nigga two feet down 10 toes where the floor is
Your bitch knees right next to ‘em
You already know where ya hoe is
Don’t cry she give everybody brain
She a open mind like my clothes is
He mad he sending shots on Twitter
I’m sending mine with a scope lens
The trap a washer machine
Got a nigga bringing loads in
And if he ain’t on the team
He getting skimped out his tokens
The pack stank yeah it reek
We in here selling halitosis
Yeah you niggas got the drip
But I’m dirty dishes, I’m soaking
You see me in the club yeah I’m rolling I’m on everything but some hoe shit
Yeah a young nigga got a lot but that ain’t stopping me from taking yo shit
Tell a young nigga calm
He too caught up in emotions
Tell your mama I ain’t playing with her son
Stupid bitch I got my own Jit
And don’t you dare forget