WTM! (feat. BRKR.)

Said bitch get back Imma pull-up with the stick, two dicks If you tell a pussy boy his head go splat Step back bitch Hit 'em with left-right jab I'ma cut in the whip, how I'm moving so mad Like move, bitch If you want it come get it Imma pull-up with the stick If u want a death sentence Put a beam on your head 'Cause you know I be a menace Like Dennis If you wanna come here get wetted That's set Playing these games come bet Like Poseidon, imma pullup make your bitch all wet No stress Imma pull-up on paint your block all red Your address Imma put a fucking bullet in your head Drop dead From lead If I want it, it's said bitch Pedal to the metal in an all-new Benz bitch Driftin' in the lamb wearing Cartier lenses Your bitch on my dick 'cause she like my expenses Said, "Wassup!" I don't give a fuck about none Bring a brand new Rolls when I'm buying a gun Imma pull-up with the mac and I'm getting it done Spray that choppa to your face when I wanna have fun Lil' punk Pulling out my stick make them jump Keep a blade and a pump 'cause I gotta have one See the flash at my shows and it's leaving you stunned All this cash that I got it be weighing a ton Said "Lil' bitch, what's the move?" I got two twin glocks, just watch, you fool I got two new opps that I gotta remove Call me Handy fucking Mandy when I'm gripping the tool Look here, glove box, one shot, you drop One headshot look how you gonna get popped I don't care about the cops I'm just killing my opps And you see them on the news so you know I'm not shot Run up on that boy and imma turn him to a ghost Bunch of leeches surrounding that wanna use me as a host Smoking blunts back to back, hit the gas let it coast Living fast, gonna crash, but at least it takes me home And I'm from H-Town, where they always gripping hammers Waiting for the breakdown, annunciating all the grammar And I'm standing taller than the other rappers around me Got a price set on my head, and everybody wants the bounty Hound me for a feature, not knowing that I'm a creature Try to wash you on the track, so hit my inbox with a heater Peter picked a bunch of pistols up so BRKR hit him up Asking him how much, he said "It's hot so like $450 bruh!" BRKR bought a bunch of bullets brought 'em to the opps show Let it go They don't know Mask on face No case Let your head bang to the bass Until your face and the place explode Now we going M.I.A Heard they say they wanted smoke, now they're running away But lemme take another toke and watch it all fade away Hayden, wait I don't think they're ready for another one I don't think they're ready for the underground to run it up Said, "Wassup!" I don't give a fuck about none Bring a brand new Rolls when I'm buying a gun Imma pull-up with the mac and I'm getting it done Spray that choppa to your face when I wanna have fun Lil' punk Pulling out my stick make them jump Keep a blade and a pump 'cause I gotta have one See the flash at my shows and it's leaving you stunned All this cash that I got it be weighing a ton Said "Lil' bitch, what's the move?" I got two twin glocks, just watch, you fool I got two new opps that I gotta remove Call me Handy fucking Mandy when I'm gripping the tool Look here, glove box, one shot, you drop One headshot look how you gonna get popped I don't care about the cops I'm just killing my opps And you see them on the news so you know I'm not shot