Wild Wild (feat. Slump6s & Cayo)

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Hold on, hold on, hold on Oh woah, woah, woah, woah B-bad bitch, she said she want me back Hit up Neiman's, and we can go and spend a rack She want red bottoms, so I took her to Saks Me, my nigga from the trenches, we come from the 'raqs (Woah, yeah, uh) Oh, I just wanna roll, I just wanna go, tell lil' Tino, Hit the show" Then he want some smoke, act up, make the chopper blow Aye lil' Austria, will you come let me know? Bass boomin', pow, pow We come from the wild, wild Heat, fa-fa, pow, pow I can run you down, down Please do not talk down, down Big choppa, we go round for round Money talk, I'm talkin' now We come from dirty, yeah, that wild, wild S-smokin' gas, that's that loud, loud (Ah) Man, I got something for you, it'll blow you down, down You ain't gettin' money, nigga, you a clown, clown Ain't you smoke for real? Man, they tried to steal our sound, sound If you wanna talk, baby, you can let me know See I'm going up, need a hunnid for a show Baby, I'm all good, it's time for you to let me go But now I'm gettin' bands, baby, I got hella' hoes Lil' buddy can't do it just like us Babygirl, all you do is lie, lie I do not pull up or slide Send shooters to hit your ass with my nine I'ma karate chop the opposition, while I'm in the Kitchen, cooking all the time All of these lil' niggas always hatin', they ain't in Relation, to my slime Hit his ass with like fourty Then they ask the nigga, "What happened?" Me and bro goin' four deep Finna wipe his nose with a napkin Baby, you can't control me, and my lifestyle while rappin' And I'm gon' end up in fourty All these lil' niggas been cappin' I just spent checks on the finer things Don't know why these niggas look down on me I'm turnin' into a designer fiend I fell for your love, that's a bad thing Double the cup, but it's not lean I hope that you're never against me Ayy, slide, cha-cha Bitch, hop on the mic, I don't need to redo it All I need is one take Blew out my mouth it's headed to the bank Shawty, come on, you know I can come over Airborne, bitch, we takin' over Mama told me it's a chip on my shoulder Now I know why I've been feelin' colder You been with me for so long I gotta let you know That you're fuckin' so fine, I can't let you go Spark the blunt for me, so you can let it flow Don't mess with me and my niggas, we'll come take your soul Will you come let me know? Bass boomin', pow, pow We come from the wild, wild Bass boomin', pow, pow We come from the wild, wild Heat, fa-fa, pow, pow I can run you down, down Please do not talk down, down This choppa, we go round for round Money talk, I'm talkin' now We come from dirty, yeah, that wild, wild