[Intro: J Neat]
Wlatt!
Slime shit, you know what I'm saying
Big W's in this bitch
Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt
[Verse 1: J Neat]
Aye, aye
He ain't making money, he lazy
Drip too hard so I feel like Baby
I'm in the field just like Tom Brady
Trap still running got meds for the patients
Ball like Luka but don't play for Mavericks
I don't play tennis but I need my rackades
Crodie he accurate just like he Allen
We got them tools just like a mechanic
I ain't go fishing and I keep me a rod
Niggas they capping, it's all a facade
Ain't talking money, I'm ending the call
Glizzies and choppers, we ready for war (Aye)
We pull up shoot in the day or the dark
He got a gun but hе don't got a heart
She see a foreign, shе hop in the car
This is a wraith just look at the stars
Aye, aye
I'm in the kitchen turn soft into hard
She let it clap like a round of applause
Digits and commas they need to be large
Dripping Amiri, I'm wearing Lacoste
Just like Hugo, I'm a boss
Sipping on ratio this ain't no wok
I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk
I know they're fake, I keep my distance
33 shots, feel like I'm Pippen
I need millies I'm on a mission
If I fail I won't quit
I go hard just for Twin
Can't wear my shoes it won't fit
All of them chances taking them risks
You can get flied just like a trip
He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah
I need millies don't need friends, yeah, yeah
With my brothers till the end, yeah, yeah
And I'm a Houligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah
Wlatt!
Slime shit, you know what I'm saying
Big W's in this bitch
Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt
[Verse 1: J Neat]
Aye, aye
He ain't making money, he lazy
Drip too hard so I feel like Baby
I'm in the field just like Tom Brady
Trap still running got meds for the patients
Ball like Luka but don't play for Mavericks
I don't play tennis but I need my rackades
Crodie he accurate just like he Allen
We got them tools just like a mechanic
I ain't go fishing and I keep me a rod
Niggas they capping, it's all a facade
Ain't talking money, I'm ending the call
Glizzies and choppers, we ready for war (Aye)
We pull up shoot in the day or the dark
He got a gun but hе don't got a heart
She see a foreign, shе hop in the car
This is a wraith just look at the stars
Aye, aye
I'm in the kitchen turn soft into hard
She let it clap like a round of applause
Digits and commas they need to be large
Dripping Amiri, I'm wearing Lacoste
Just like Hugo, I'm a boss
Sipping on ratio this ain't no wok
I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk
I know they're fake, I keep my distance
33 shots, feel like I'm Pippen
I need millies I'm on a mission
If I fail I won't quit
I go hard just for Twin
Can't wear my shoes it won't fit
All of them chances taking them risks
You can get flied just like a trip
He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah
I need millies don't need friends, yeah, yeah
With my brothers till the end, yeah, yeah
And I'm a Houligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah
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