Andrew Wiggins (Live)

I don't want a broke hoe, I need a rich bitch

If it's not chocolate, no I don't want yo' kisses

I'm arguing with my girl, not gone lie she got me pissed pissed

This bitch wanna be my wife I cannot make her Mrs

She want to hit my cup she cannot hit the henny

I'm sliding like Ferb, (?)

Pack touchdown za for the low get in with me

I only like to smoke exotics don't ask to blow, I'm picky

Feel like Bris do my dance & it's tricky

My bitch said I'm deceiving did this hoe just call me hoodwinked?

She wanna suck my dick but she ain't cause the wood stink

"Treat me like somebody" LOL who the fuck you? Tink?

Don't ask me if I ever cheated what the fuck you think?

Worried 'bout where the fuck I'm at where the fuck you be?

Broke her for some cho' yeah I love it when she pay the fee

I know I'd rather sleep with my pistol but you can lay with me

Yeah I got MMP bro got K with 'em

Bro don't got no sense like a hazard wouldn't play wit' it

Posted with the clan on the west backstreet drifting

Seen yo' hoe took her to the east for backseat dickin'

I got some hoes in KU I'm Andrew Wiggins

You the type to brush the hoes off you scared of tripping

I'm like bro this yo' life make yo' own decisions

You keep fucking up yo' life got no momentum

Hit my line for a feature if yo' ass need some bungees ****

Switchy at the booking dare them **** try to jump me ****

Been in church since we caught 'em when the fuck yo' ass become religious

You took too long to grab this shit the price went up bitch I rethunk the ticket

It's a lot of risky shit that I been doing since a kid

But if I got that shit there once then I can do that shit again

I'm sorry bae, I ain't knew that was yo' friend

Cause if I knew that was yo' friend I would of hit that bitch again

I just got ten thousand views & I ain't even have to try for real

Bitch in love with poetry she let me crack her off my rhyming skills

I been locked down in the booth I don't even know what time it is

If you tryna be my hoe yo' mindset got to be "What's mine is his"

Treat the opps like some money bitch I'll blow 'em all

That **** still mad I beat his ass I told him close that jaw

I ain't lying bitch I ran in class to throw my paws

Don't ever think you snitchin' on my brotha yelling "bro my fault"

Ever since that day ain't no **** tried to play with me

All them goofy **** I can say can't up no pape with me

Is you bringing me a bag? Don't care yo' face pretty

Tryna post a picture with the opps I guarantee you faced with em'

You can't afford a hundred dollar eighths yo' ass be huffing paint

I ain't slide so I could talk to you I came to fuck yo face

Like shut up bitch come & use that mouth the right way

What you know 'bout stuffing that shit in the trunk to hit the highway

I bet yo ass don't even know what I be talking 'bout

He thought he was performing in the clutch we had to lock 'em down

I'm feeling like Pereira boy you know I'm throwing bows tonight

They be scared of **** when we tune them switches like a focusrite

Mud tearing up my stomach but on God I need a four tonight

Dawgy swear he get them bitches but on God it ain't a hoe in sight

I don't get why **** lie to make the gram happy

I just met this rich white **** thousand dollar gram taxed 'em

Posting pics up in that rental bro you really thought that lamb had me?

Stupid ****, bitch we know you can't afford that shit

I just fucked the shit up out this **** main hoe she the whorest bitch

If you turn into my side bitch you might really get rewards & shit