Wheezy (feat. Vinci Da Prince)

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What, what, what, what, what
Murder when we slide
What, what, what, what, what
Yeah, murder when we slide
See, Aki told me he gone slide
Told him put his coupe to the side
Bad bitch said she want me
Told him put her coochie to the side
No, no, no, no
Yeah, shooters in the side when we slide
Before the niggas die
Swear to God
Swear to God
Swear to God
Swear to God
Swear to God
Why would I jump in the field
I can have young niggas slide
Send a blitz on they side
Why would I beef with a nigga, tryna diss me on live
I want that nigga to die
Murder when she wrote, murder what she spoke
When I grab my pole, yeah, there's blood on the floor
Blood and bodies
Told em when they under, don't get gassed up
Let them have the internet
Cause when we slide, niggas gone get put in a casket
It's homicides, it's body's on the floor
Young niggas know, mask up
Better have them gloves on the low
Oh, oh
Them niggas know
Oh, oh
I fucked his hoe
Ho, ho
We kiss her
No, no, no
It's murder
Yeah, there's bodies on the floor
Niggas play with me
I swear to God
We knock em' all
Murder when she wrote, murder what she spoke
I swear to God, told myself I'll never fold
Feel like I'm a Zoe
Sippin' on that yak, I get em' gone
Call me Kodak
The way I'm screamin'
Glee, glee, glee, glee, in them streets
Baby, I'm unstoppable
Breezy water, tropical
Got that money, got a lot to do
Get it, nothing stoppin' you
90 degrees, still need my icy tool
F*ck a Tinder bitch, I ain't liking you
Feel like Kodak, this a moment
What them snipers do?
So I see you at the end, bitch
Leaving with the stuff you came with
Already forgot your name, bitch
Which one was you?
I was mixed up, chopped and screwed
I like delivered, you're past due
I like Nike with the shoe
Jordan 12, sick with the fuckin' flu
Stock X, had to cop it, boo
She was cheatin' with a lot of dudes
Kitty, dryin' up like a prune
F*ck her, new chain coming soon
Coming soon
Minnesota, common loon
I see you baffons
And I'm droppin' at a zoom
Grab my motherfuckin' bag
Bitch, I'm havin' a feast
When I'm on the fuckin' beat
Like I'm back in the streets
But I pop up with a piece, and I'm not talkin' reese
Knock your ass off
In the fuckin' ring
When I'm choppin' it up
And I got no fuckin' ring
Bitch, I'm married to the game
I don't need no fuckin' fang
When I'm runnin' in my Mustang
Got no mood swings in this bitch
And she trappin' for the pings, in this bitch
She a vampire, got fangs, in this bitch
And I'm like Chief Sosa, bitch, we bangin' in this bitch
In a bitch
And she training this bitch
Woah, woah
Sippin' on this Wocky
Got me here
Screaming glee, glee, glee
When a nigga die in the street, yo

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