WYO

Yeah, yeah, yeah Hit-Boy Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on Yeah, if you ain't know All my niggas with the shit if you ain't know If it ain't about a bag, then I can't go I know your nigga wanna be me, Tell him take notes 200 on the dash, you gon' drive a nigga crazy We can't even talk, dumb bitch, 'less you pay me She was in the Bimmer I was sliding in Mercedes All this fuckin' smoke in my lungs got me faded Smoking to the neck, if I roll it, I'ma face it She wanna get to know me, tryna start a conversation She know I'm getting money I look better 'cause I'm famous My niggas in the field We don't do the entertainment My diamonds really real We don't do the imitation I promise I'ma go and get this bag and won't break it Thought you was smilin' out there in that whip until we paint it Still with the same team, ain't no trading Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on 'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong I'm just tryna get high Tryna see what you on Lil baby, what you on? Throw her ass a piece, Now she fiending for some more We can take a trip to wherever, let's go Pussy so fat it won't fit in the thong Thought it was a game 'til I pulled up in a Ghost You fuckin' with a lame 'til I got his ass gone Pussy so good, had to put it in a song Pussy so good, I ain't wanna do you wrong Been ignoring all my calls Tell me what you want Even I ain't at the house, I still want you home And I know we been movinG fast But can you fuck me slow? Designer on her purses while I tote the pole And she look dead in my eye when she suck the soul Told her everything about me, still ain't nothin' told I got her high off this dick She done took a dose And I'ma tell it how it is Ain't no sugar coat Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on 'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong I'm just tryna get high Tryna see what you on