Call Of Duty
Sweetapple Wes
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Ain't gunna happen Don't give a f*ck I'm from Riverdale And I'm hard as f*ck Think I'm white? Yea you're right Now hold my drink while I'm rippin' tha mic Man what the hell you know Why you keep reppin' that bullshit Livin' in EAZ now If you wanna find me here the details Don't make sense Done livin' where ya wanna be Act like you want this But you really don't want no part of me Go dumb tonight Yea they all gunna see Hangin with tha boys Getting drunk off the Hennessy Act like you know somethin My time be a tickin' Smokin that weed that smell so good Only cost me a fifty Wes (what?) I ain't reppin' nuthin but the best (ok) EAZ put ya ass to motherfuckin rest (For real?) You know what the f*ck is up It's Wes up (Wes up!) Now imma have to pass the mic To the fuckin best of, bitch Pass the shit like a flu Know we comin' from the zoo East Atlanta know we came thru like Master P, I mean master plannin Know I'm master of my planet Yea you know I'm dig-able This literature be low-key ridicules Any plans of your business moves Yeah, I used to be a kind person Now I'm feeling like robbin' bitches purses And beatin' em black and blue in person Till they dead and cursin' Surely haunting me Like an evolved Ghastly Yea I'm being blunt But you won't ever pass me Lite em up, see how fast Them apartment gas leaks Yeah, that was last week Just to teach em a lesson Everybody in the south Knows Wes keeps that Smith&Wesson Bitch you guessin' if you ever question me I eat emcees like fast food, hella rude I'm the reason your favorite rappers In a bad mood, man My name is Wes and I was born in 1990 Ain't no need to remind me That when you listen you wanna remind me All the labels wanna sign me For the right reasons I'm hunting dollars bitch And it's buck season (cha-Ching!) You f*ck with me Ya guaranteed to be winning I'm grinnin', i'm stealin', I'm illin' I'm fillin' up they cup Wes up, it's snow time every season (burr!) You bitches be committin' treason If you unfollowin' me on the IG What's the reason? Know we stay lickin' clits Got your bitches suckin' dick Know that's it, so sick My team stay winnin' always grinnin Cuz Wes got that level 99 intuition One day it'll pay for my daughters College tuition (what?) Now come time for fruition (oh) I stay robbin' like I'm Gotham I mean I'm bat shit Might just eat a cold piece of pizza What's the reason? I might start playing call of duty Just to shoot you bitches legally This low-key might be my masterpiece Don't speak to me. I'm not listening I'm glistening, I'm just tripping digits Tell the truth man I'm sick of it Spittin' real shit, run up in your spot Real quick for them stacks Just for boredom I said f*ck it man, I need more of em (Wes up, Wes up, bitch!) EAZ mother fucker 2020 till Infinity Krusty P and S Wes bitch Fuckin' game
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