(Wheezy outta here)

Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player
I'll buy an opp pack and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair
Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here
Battling all of my darkest fears

My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me
Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies
Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood

Never rely on my luck when I pop out
I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out
Paint you, we draw for the choppa like chop, chop
Slide in the vert, we gon' shoot out the drop top
50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top
Like a track meet doing laps on the opp block
Don't beat my meat, I be fucking on thot thots
Flooded out fully, no, this ain't no stopwatch
My whip expensive, can't go through a car wash
Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot
Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off
Got money counters I don't gotta turn off
If checks are involved then you know I'm all for it
Slide in the 'Ventador lifting my doors
My shooter got a mop, but it's not for the floor
Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours

Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player
I'll buy an opp pack and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair
Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here
Battling all of my darkness fears

My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me
Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies
Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood

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Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Navraj Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass