[Intro]
We missed you, Faygo
Yeah, like where that nigga at?
Like where that nigga at?
Yeah, yeah, like where that nigga at?
[Chorus]
We gonna make him bleed (He'll bleed)
He talkin' 'bout nothing
Man, we'll heat a bitch so quick we'll get to rushing
And I'm like, "Okay, right now, lil' baby, suck me"
Not everybody live what they say, "Lil' baby, trust me"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
9 up on my hip
If 12 pull up I dip
Yeah, I be with them Bloods (Them Bloods)
And I hang with them Crips
And if we ain't come from the mud together, you do not belong here
And don't you listen to them lames and let them niggas in your ear
And all I hang around is hitters, nigga, this could be your year
And I can't hang with most of these niggas, most of these niggas act like queer
You know we pullin' out with them choppers 'cause you know what these niggas fear
And I ain't sippin' on fucking beer, we be sippin' on that Act'
Got that torch on my side, blow it and push a lil' nigga back
Like, where that lil' nigga even at? (Like, where that nigga at?)
Like, where that lil' nigga even at? (Like, where that nigga at?)
Like, where that… (brrah)
Chopper gon' leave a lil' nigga flat
These niggas tryna bite my swag
But I ain't ever goin' for nothin' like that
Said I gotta watch my eating 'cause my pockets way too fat
How the hell he blowin' through them racks and then he make that shit right back?
And her ass way too damn perfect, that shit make me double back
And I don't even like McDonald's but you know how I'm lovin' it
And the way I'm thumbin' through them commas, that's gon' keep her coming back
Nigga, if it's up then say that, we'll put that nigga in the past
Like, where that lil' nigga even at? (Like, where that nigga at? Yeah)
Like, where that lil' nigga even at? (Like, where that nigga at? Yeah, yeah)
Like, where that lil' nigga even at? (Like, where that nigga at? Yeah)
Like, where that lil' nigga even at? (Like, where that nigga at?)
[Chorus]
We gonna make him bleed (Yeah, bleed)
He talkin' bout nothing
Man, we'll heat a bitch so quick we'll get to rushing
And I'm like, "Okay, right now, lil' baby, suck me"
Now everybody leave and they say, "Lil' baby, trust me" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
WYA was written by SoFaygo & 4evr & Pasto Flocco.
WYA was produced by 4evr & Pasto Flocco.