
Wlatt Season 2 Why G (Ft. SupaWassi)
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[Verse 1: WhyG]
Designer drip, I mixed with Nikes
Designer drugs, I mix the sprite
I mix the fentanyl so nice
Rickey rackades, I spent on the ice
Nintendo switch with a flashlight
All of my opps are to the side
Plus my aim is so precise
I guarantee you won't survive
Drop it up on 'em like surprise
And a black mask, for disguise
I left his head hard to describe
I made his head and his neck divide
Ambulance, cannot revive
We kill shit like genocide
He want smoke, that's suicide
Bitch I'm big boss 35
[Verse 2: SupaWassi]
When we drift, we pause the time
I put a bag on top of your life
I got rich off of doing crime
White bitch nosy, she do lines
Don't wipe your nose, bitch, you ain't slime
That thirty roarin' like a lion
Smoked for his watch, he ran outta time
Headshot make your face recline
Beef with us? That's suicide
Shoot your school up, Columbine
I was the last thing he memorized
We cook beef and let it fry
Ball up spikey, porcupine
Designer drip, I mixed with Nikes
Designer drugs, I mix the sprite
I mix the fentanyl so nice
Rickey rackades, I spent on the ice
Nintendo switch with a flashlight
All of my opps are to the side
Plus my aim is so precise
I guarantee you won't survive
Drop it up on 'em like surprise
And a black mask, for disguise
I left his head hard to describe
I made his head and his neck divide
Ambulance, cannot revive
We kill shit like genocide
He want smoke, that's suicide
Bitch I'm big boss 35
[Verse 2: SupaWassi]
When we drift, we pause the time
I put a bag on top of your life
I got rich off of doing crime
White bitch nosy, she do lines
Don't wipe your nose, bitch, you ain't slime
That thirty roarin' like a lion
Smoked for his watch, he ran outta time
Headshot make your face recline
Beef with us? That's suicide
Shoot your school up, Columbine
I was the last thing he memorized
We cook beef and let it fry
Ball up spikey, porcupine
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