Wyd ?

What are you doing? Uh Run up on me, what you doing? Uh Uh, I just be shooting, uh I know some niggas that's shooting, uh (grrt) Slam in the bitch, Patrick Ewing, uh (slam) She open her mouth like communion, yeah Yeah, I'm with my gang, with my union, yeah We sendin' them rockets like Houston, yeah (grrt) Yeah (blatt), yeah (glatt) I got these racks on me (me) Your bitch wan' fuck on me Run up on me, you get hit, homie Your pockets skinny, yeah, they bony Niggas be capping, yeah, they bolony Member was trapping at the Shoney's Hit from the back, now that bitch is moaning I walk in the trap with a nine (a nine) A nigga run up, then his ass finna die (a die) I keep me that nine Boy, you know I don't lie (don't lie) These hoes, they be stalking Yeah, they be some spies (some spies) I can't fuck with niggas You niggas despise (I'm hated) I'm high, if I jump and I run I could glide (I glide) I walk in this bitch with the glick by my side (my side) I hit from the back And I'm grabbin' her thigh I'm gettin' that money I'm gettin' that bag These niggas be hatin' I know that they mad I just hit your girl You crying, you sad I just sold a perc' to A nigga named Chad I feel like I'm Duwap You know that I'm glad I'm shooting out the glock Like DJ Vlad Feel like Comethazine, I bought a new Jag I'm whippin' a Mustang, you whippin' a Stag What are you doing? Uh Run up on me, what you doing? Uh Uh, I just be shooting, uh I know some niggas that's shooting, uh (grrt) Slam in the bitch, Patrick Ewing, uh (slam) She open her mouth like communion, yeah Yeah, I'm with my gang, with my union, yeah We sendin' them rockets like Houston, yeah (grrt) Yeah (batt), yeah (glatt) I got these racks on me (me) Your bitch wan' fuck on me Run up on me, you get hit, homie Your pockets skinny, yeah, they bony Niggas be capping, yeah, they bolony Member was trapping at the Shoney's Hit from the back, now that bitch is moaning (bitch is moaning...)