wTs Lyrics
Where you at Derrion?
Aye, huh, aye, aye, huh
Aye, huh, aye, aye, huh
Aye, aye, aye (Aye, aye)
Bitch, yuh
I ain\’t know my lifestyle, I don\’t roll the script
I don\’t fuck with gangs, but my pockets on Crip (My pockets on Crip)
Hoe I\’m just tryna nut, bust up in a jiff (Bust up in a jiff)
I can\’t show you love, get picked up by your lift (Picked up by yo\’ lift)
You get hit, with a knife, I like your shit (Like yo\’ shit)
I might jump my homie\’s shoes and his bitch (And his bitch)
You can\’t judge me, all these lies and they gon\’ switch
She want loving, hop her out the crib I did (I did)
No to cuffing, I cannot do, no lovey-dovey
Hoe wanna fuck, just get a bus then
He gettin\’ cut, heard he was bluffin\’
I cannot fuck with a hoe she be musty
10k on my fit, bitch please do not touch me
You passin\’ a pack, we ain\’t call \’em ruffin
Chop a bullet, finna rush him (Finna rush him)
My choppa bullet read in Russian
Bitch I was dead broke sippin\’ that Tussin\’
Carry a stick, nah not with the tussling
My choppa bullet finna touch him
My choppa bullet finna hush him
Potato on my barrel, we finna mush him
That hoe wanna fuck on me, she wanna lust up
Hop on the beat and I molest \’em
Sleeping on me, like he need to rest up
Cuffin\’ that hoe, you a rest up
Fuck with a clown, he is a jester
outta school, but still have to test, yuh (Gang, gang, gang)
I ain\’t know my lifestyle, I don\’t roll the script
I don\’t fuck with gangs, but my pockets on Crip (My pockets on Crip)
Hoe I\’m just tryna fuck, I\’ll bust up in a jiff (Bust up in a jiff)
He gon\’ run, he said \”I might pop a rift\” (I might pop a rift)
I can\’t show you love, get picked up by your lift (Picked up by yo\’ lift)
Pockets hold like fifty, now my pockets lit (My pockets lit)
Fuck them hoes my city, they put me through shit
Said she love me really, you don\’t mean that quit (Don\’t mean that quit)
Better stop that shit