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Wafi

991

Hip-Hop/Rap

Wafi was released on February 5, 2025 by SRT Records exclusively distributed by Santa Anna as a part of the album Soon (Deluxe)

Song Details

AlbumSoon (Deluxe)

Release DateFebruary 5, 2025

LabelSRT Records exclusively distributed by Santa Anna

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM66

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blo

Performer

Enphamus

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Zyire Robinson

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dollaz

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Dollaz cooked this shit up)

[Instrumental]

First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi

Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi

We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'

I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches

Rolex Oyster Perpetual

I fucked her, I'm onto the next one

Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em

High-speed, I fucked 'round and left 'em

I went right, I don't fuck with the left one

BTA, we just puttin' shit to belt, uh

I got smackers with hammers and nails, huh

We get out, we gon' run up them bails bond

[Verse 1]

I know he locked up and thinkin' it's over, I just pray to God he don't tell nothin'

I don't call it trickin', that shit was some light shit, I really just got the ho's nails done

Bro gave me some bags, but I'm known for strikin', he didn't even think I could sell nothin'

My partner be swipin', he wipin' shit down, last month, he went on a Zelle run

This month, he on to Chase

They need to pop it for my striker, went on over ten high-speed chase

She don't never get her makeup done, but she let me beat her face

I told bro he better not tell, I know he can beat his case

I know he can get away

Fuck the judge, fuck the system

I don't care about them bitches bein' blood, I'm tryna fuck twin sisters

They won't give lil' Jax a bond, fuck DeKalb, free my ****

I can go viral at any moment, all I gotta do is post a Triller

All I gotta do is post a picture

He's a ho, but you post him like a killer

Hate that groupie shit, this on God, I don't know that ****

**** said I wouldn't go up, fuck 'round, blew up, had to show a ****

Shootin' dice middle of the hood, ****, I crap out, watch me four a ****

Shootin' dice middle of the hood

I don't need security, I'm good

Car, but the trunk in the hood

This not a Carbon, it's Draco, it's wood

This not a Carbon, I'm ridin' with a Draco

Young **** 'round me, they do what I say so

I don't eat candy, just lean and Faygo

Me and lil' Iggy was just ridin' through Clayco

Me and Iggy

I can't forget about bae, was just ridin' with blicky

I got bros on the waist, but I'm still ridin' with Dilly

And I give game like Gillie

These **** flutes, they'll sell out, they'll blow the game like Philly

[Chorus]

First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi

Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi

We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'

I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches

Rolex Oyster Perpetual

I fucked her, I'm onto the next one

Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em

High-speed, I fucked 'round and left 'em

I went right, I don't fuck with the left one

BTA, we just puttin' shit to belt, uh

I got smackers with hammers and nails, huh

We get out, we gon' run up them bails bond

[Verse 2]

Bitch, I'm blazin', ain't stuntin' your tampon (Blatt)

When you 'round me, no wearin' no AirPod (Uh)

I just got a new drop we can camp on (Camp on)

I ain't goin', it's gon' be a standoff (Bah)

'Nother bitch I done tatted my stamp on (Tatted)

Oh, he fumbled, he fucked up the handoff (Hut)

Bitch gon' ask me why I got a Samsung (Bling)

Mind your business, lil' ho, take your pants off (Strip)

Wagon M4, hop out this bitch too geeked (Vroom)

Send a hit while I'm listenin' to Toosii (Tellin' you)

Twenty-five, fuck her friend, I go two seats (Porsche)

You can't come to my house, I ain't Boosie (Bitch)

You can't come in the spot, I ain't Rick Ross (Huh)

Drop wet like I'm throwin' a car show (Bling)

Tired of drivin' myself, I'm a big boss (Skrrt)

Got a driver, I had let the car go (I'm tellin' you)

I'm not Hannah Montana, this my life (Bitch)

White ho tat my name on her booby (Name)

First day in the county, I got knifed (Stabbed)

I got cameras, I'll kill an intruder

She a seven, I take her to Starlite (Hmm)

She ain't the type I'd take to no movie

If you owe me, I need that shit by night (Night)

Or your ass in a blender, no smoothie

I went back to the E with a ZPAP

Come back to the South with a Micro (Drac')

With them strikers, fuck 'round get your car jacked (Hmm)

I'm the one he can call on like GEICO (Insurance)

When I say, bitch, I'm him, bitch, I mean that (Mean that)

Fuck ****, it wasn't no typo (Bitch)

In a Honda 2000, I'm laid back (Skrrt)

With a strap in my lap like a dyke ho (I'm tellin' you)

Written by: Zyire Robinson

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