Letra

Yeah Wheezy outta here The dash, it's digi', the schedule busy My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie Life is amazin', it is what it should be Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie I tell her, look up, 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's Booked for three years, man you can't even book me It's me and Lil' Baby, this shit goin' crazy Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady The foreign is yellow, like Tracee and K.D I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie When I started out, I just took what they gave me Did all the favors, they never repaid me It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me Brand new whip, got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like yes, indeed Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves Twenty-five hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s Me and Drake 'bout to drop man, this shit gon' go crazy They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement A million, all hundreds, it make em 'go crazy Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm Lil' Baby Brand new whip, got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like yes, indeed Me and my dawg goin' all the way When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate Brand new whip, got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like yes, indeed Me and my dawg goin' all the way When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate Wheezy outta here
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Aubrey Drake Graham, Dominique Jones, Branden Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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