W Warren Hue (Ft. ​yvngxchris)

[Pre-Chorus: Warren Hue]
Got brand new Louis so I copped it
RIP Virg', I'm on the verge of being top ten
Hol' up, where they soul at?
Most bad bitches toxic
Bitch, I'm gon' keep winning
Take my bands and I enlarge them

[Chorus: Warren Hue]
Fake faces, damn, they still the same
Bands, place 'em where my momma stay
Bad bitches fuckin' all these lames
You take an L, I get first letter of my name, yeah

[Verse 1: Warren Hue]
I'm the goat, you alpaca
Bag swole, do the Cha Cha
Feeling old, I'm your father
New flow, make 'em bye bye
All your songs like blah blah
Bro sippin' lean, I drink agua
How the fuck I'm still nineteen
Shitting on your fucking top five (Yeah, yeah)
Shoot my shot like I'm Peele
Get the fuck out
Switching my routes
No ice on me, chill
You come around, puff on the cloud
I float in the hills, yeah
Money amounts
Keep counting til I pass 'round all my bags now to my bro bros
Where you at? I'm in SoHo, New York
Two phone like I'm Keem, baby
New flow making cheese, baby
Parmesan, I got new lawns
I might cop both, I can't choose one
Two thumbs and a middle finger
I'm like "Ya ya" when the bread come
Ya, ya, ya