Wya

[Verse]
I just got another coupe, think I got my mind straight
Different than the other two, I whipped it on the highway
You ain’t real then I can’t fuck with you
Yeah she suck my shit down just like Jamba Juice, damn
I just made a quick two bands then spent that other two, yeah
You ain’t trying that shit on me, I ain’t that other dude, damn
Left my main bitch for my side, that something I had to do, damn
He stay talking shit on the gram like bro I had to shoot, him
Im gone do him bad, yeah I will
For a lil cash, for a- for a-, uh
For a lil cash, uh, ah yeah
She gone switch up on him for a lil bag
Lil ho on my dick she be like “where you at?”
All my niggas know I can’t ever fuck with a rat
Two times two in my cup, it’s not Act, yeah
Slow bae, go slow, just like that
He a hoe, yea I knew he was like that from the start
Yea you spun, we spinning right back
Oh my god, I got pape’, I been on that
Broke her heart, thats just how it go, real rap
Pockets swole, got my pockets looking real fat
Ain’t on tour, but i’m across the country, no cap
Across the country, no cap
Amiri jeans on, feel like Rino
Put the team on, with them right or wrong
You still shop on Temu, i’m high like an eagle
And i’m moving regal, ho you ain’t gone leave me
All these niggas on my dick and they just tryna be me
How you want my fashion, having motion have it
Buying clothes my habit, everything all red
I need me a bad bitch, I just crashed the Rari
Remember they was laughing, but i’m the best up here
And i’m not a rapper, heard your shit, I turned it off
Put your ho on camera, if I get locked won’t tell them nun
I get pape’ like pamphlet