W.I.F.I. (feat. Eros DaGod)

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HighImTwi$t

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Don't come around me smoking nobody
Unless you know for a fact that it's yo body
Bitch imma boss feel like yo gotti
Getting a text message and its from yo mommy
Rep my neighborhood God should've made me a crip
Niggas be playin that pitty pat know they ain't into that
Bitches see me call me super crip
They wanna chill cuz i'm cool n shit
Got some off white i could super drip
I don't got time for no stupid shit
I just be high i be minding my business
They watching Facebook to see how i'm living
A spliff on the wake up that shit is a given
Been smoking for so long that shit a tradition
Bitches know me i'm the super blood
When you see me with gang betta throw it up
Way i am with this drip i might start a flood
Keep a dick in my pants they think i'm a stud
Talkin on shit but you aint on no action
Yo bitch all on me she say that im handsome
I'm really lit that i don't need a caption
Flooded my neck cuz i love when they dancing
Bitches got twist on they wish list
Feel like young thug how i run up the digits
I make the pack backflip like a gymnast
You ain't no shoota lil boy you is a witness
Please don't try ya flexing ya revenue
Next thing you know hear about niggas catching you
Bitches i put em on pedestals
Only fucc once and that shit unforgettable
Ridin solo dolo i drip in VLONE
Riding wit the gang i got my glizzy on
Aint shit change she aint learn her lesson still giving brain
I wipe that boy noise like he snorting cane
Step up on the court and shoot him in his face
Yeah
Hella thuggin we drip in designer
What im smoking you can't be vagina
Like i'm mcdonalds she loving it
My dicc a grip i got yo bitch she uppin it
Nowadays this shit be weird making music bout opps
And the opp niggas bumping it
Don't come around me smoking nobody
Unless you know for a fact that it's yo body
Bitch i'm a boss feel like yo gotti
Gettin a text message and it's from yo mommy
Trappin out the house cuz we
Made to be rich
This rap shit what i bleed
Like i was made for this shit
The way i rep my neighborhood God should've made me a crip
Yeah
Niggas be playing that pitty pat
No we aint into that
Niggas be talking on internet
Run it up get it back
Ice on my neck imma
Ice on my neck and you know we got bigger racks
Spliff had me high for 4 hours i'm timing it
I reply bacc she like look at what time it is
Pass all my hoes to the bros i be lining it
Pussy come look for me i don't be finding it
I make appointments it's in my reminders
I'm smoking designer i'm wearing designer
Amiri the bottoms and vlone the top
I'm fuccin ya bitch give a fucc bout a drop
And i got receipts for everything that i cop
You run up on me boy i keep me a glock
And its chrome
Make yo bitch say that shit when she hear this song
If i don't give her dick we cant get along
I'm a playboy like hugh get my pimping on
I cracc a smile she gon soak her thong
Me and Twist getting high like we cheech and chong
Finna toast up cuz we never lucky
We intoxicated f*ck it
Yeah
We intoxicated f*ck it
Finna toast up cuz we was never lucky
We intoxicated f*ck it
Yeah
Finna toast up cuz we was never lucky
We intoxicated f*ck it

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