[Intro: Yung Christ & DJ Fela]
(You did good $lick)
Hit, dip, wig split, hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
(It's a Smash!)
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Hit, dip, wig split, hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Hit, dip, wig split, hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Hit, dip, wig split Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Wet, wet, wet, wetto
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fuckin' that bitch, in a yoga stance
Swangin' that K', with an open stance
Loaded, from smokin' that opium
Stain a lil' boy, in the clothes he's in
All of my walls, they closin' in
51/50, they tryna come get me
Just mindin' my business and moseyin'
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, dеbatin'
Should I relapse?
But back to the ho I was talkin' 'bout
I just wanna put it up in hеr mouth
Pimpin' up in my blood, what's up cuh?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter
Yung Jesus, with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water
Anytime, any place, any hood, any state
Good, 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fuckin' face
Ridin' with my baby sage
Lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains
Stoic, never lookin' phased
Poet, when I'm spittin' game (Game)
Show me, how that pussy shaved (Shaved)
Dosage climbin', with my shame (Shame)
Mama cryin', for my pain (Pain)
Will they ever understand? (No)
Can I even help my dad? (No)
Money fuckin' up my fam'
Givin' until there's nothin' left
Pullin' up in that latest (Damn!)
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Ho we just fuckin', I don't date fans
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowin' through my money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
(You did good $lick)
Hit, dip, wig split, hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
(It's a Smash!)
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Hit, dip, wig split, hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Hit, dip, wig split, hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Hit, dip, wig split Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Hit a nigga dome, before I sweat a ho, so—
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split
Wet, wet, wet, wetto
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fuckin' that bitch, in a yoga stance
Swangin' that K', with an open stance
Loaded, from smokin' that opium
Stain a lil' boy, in the clothes he's in
All of my walls, they closin' in
51/50, they tryna come get me
Just mindin' my business and moseyin'
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, dеbatin'
Should I relapse?
But back to the ho I was talkin' 'bout
I just wanna put it up in hеr mouth
Pimpin' up in my blood, what's up cuh?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter
Yung Jesus, with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water
Anytime, any place, any hood, any state
Good, 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fuckin' face
Ridin' with my baby sage
Lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains
Stoic, never lookin' phased
Poet, when I'm spittin' game (Game)
Show me, how that pussy shaved (Shaved)
Dosage climbin', with my shame (Shame)
Mama cryin', for my pain (Pain)
Will they ever understand? (No)
Can I even help my dad? (No)
Money fuckin' up my fam'
Givin' until there's nothin' left
Pullin' up in that latest (Damn!)
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Ho we just fuckin', I don't date fans
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowin' through my money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
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