(wxstwrld, bitch)

(BACK IN ACTION 4.0, a mixtape) (Rev up your engines)

I took a trip to your city, yeah, I never show n****s pity, nah

Tryna go verse for song for song, then n****, you're better off quitting, yeah Give a fuck if I'm offensive, huh, talk all my shit, I'm defensive, yeah

If he not really a threat to me, n****, then get the fuck out of my mentions, yeah, ha

Huh, 'cause I don't got time for y'all, I don't got time for lames and fuck n****s

I don't got time to stall or pick up calls 'cause I don't trust n****s

My brodie whip is manual, he ride 'round, and know he clutch with him

Say that you don't want smoke, 'cause we smoke Woods but we don't dutch n****s, huh I'm in the A, let's link, huh

I flew in like last week, yeah

N**** been duckin' my tweets, huh

N****, why you think shit sweet? Huh

Bitch tried blockin' me, yeah, I was at the DMV, huh

That shit not shockin' me, huh, yeah

Bitch, already know that I'm good, I don't need you to tell me that I'm cocky, ho

My brothers, they cut up, yeah, they whip that fire that like this shit was hibachi, ho

I'm revvin' that engine up, just so I can shut you up, yeah, from talkin', ho

I'm walkin' out of the store after I look at, yeah, every mo'fuckin' option, yeah, 'cause I can

I took a trip to your city, yeah, I never show n****s pity, nah

Tryna go verse for song for song, then n****, you're better off quitting, yeah

Give a fuck if I'm offensive, huh, talk all my shit, I'm defensive, yeah

If he not really a threat to me, n****, then get the fuck out of my mentions, yeah, ha I took a trip to your city, yeah, I never show n****s pity, nah

Tryna go verse for song for song, then n****, you're better off quitting, yeah

Give a fuck if I'm offensive, huh, talk all my shit, I'm defensive, yeah

If he not really a threat to me, n****, then get the fuck out of my mentions, yeah, ha

Whole lotta n****s in person, but none of these n****s wan' keep the same energy though N****s be claimin' they homies with me, but already know that we frenemies, bro

See me in person, that n**** still ain't said shit, but that ain't suprisin' me though

I'm 'bout to skrrt off, ride around town in a Benz, don't say I'm hidin', lil' bro

So don't say I'm hidin', lil' ho, wan' run the fade, we can run 30, bro

When I'm in the city, I'm droppin' my lo' so you could pull up, but I know you won't, though Huh, you n****s run like bitches, I don't like fuck n****s, that's my sickness

I'ma make sure we don't leave no witness, strap need a word, gotta need his fitness, yeah And my shooter, he need minutes, yeah, tryna get a brand new tennis, huh

Grills in the mouth, Duke Dennis, yeah, ain't been worried 'bout spendin', yeah

I took a trip to your city, yeah, I never show n****s pity, nah

Tryna go verse for song for song, then n****, you're better off quitting, yeah Give a fuck if I'm offensive, huh, talk all my shit, I'm defensive, yeah

If he not really a threat to me, n****, then get the fuck out of my mentions, yeah, ha