Warhol.SS - WYO lyrics
[Warhol.SS - WYO lyrics]
See I ain’t popping outta
Your section, they like, "What you on?"
I say, "Lil' nigga, I'm on that cheese
on that provolone"
Ain’t hard to see you off your pivot, boy
You hella grown stay on my ten toes, we
Solid, ain’t no fronting, homes
We heard him talking over that internet
He ain’t make it home
Finna flood my timepiece, this a Audemars
He a honeycomb
So presidential like I do this for Obama kids
We see you riding for all them rats
Hey what your partner did?
I’ma keep it G, lil' nigga, hold up
Check the numbers, bag it up, send it off
Birds come in packs of hunneds
We gon' get these pigeons off
I don’t even wanna fuck your
Bitch, I seen her, make my dick soft
These niggas so fu
Damn near made me pissed off
Pound of gas, third house
Falcons in my bird house
Chickens want me cooped up
Whipping on my third house
Better not think you valid cuz you rapping
Check your whereabouts
Said you with that action, now you acting
What you worried 'bout?
In the booth right now
Rolling up this cookie blunt
Thinking bout my next move, damn
I'm finna fuck ‘em up
Boy, that ain’t no real bread
You ain’t seen a hunned plus
Think it’s sweet, come around
We gon get him hemmed up
Bands tucked, quick to up
Boy I got that 40 too, we gon bust
Blowing on a pound of gas
Sixteen different onions
And we ain’t giving out hall passes
Better go and get to running
See I ain’t popping outta
Your section, they like, "What you on?"
I say, "Lil' nigga, I'm on that cheese
On that provolone"
Ain’t hard to see you off your pivot, boy
You hella grown stay on my ten toes, we
Solid, ain’t no fronting, homes
We heard him talking over that internet
He ain’t make it home
Finna flood my timepiece, this a Audemars
He a honeycomb
So presidential like I do this for Obama kids
We see you riding for all them rats
Hey what your partner did?
Your section, they like, "What you on?"
I say, "Lil' nigga, I'm on that cheese
on that provolone"
Ain’t hard to see you off your pivot, boy
You hella grown stay on my ten toes, we
Solid, ain’t no fronting, homes
We heard him talking over that internet
He ain’t make it home
Finna flood my timepiece, this a Audemars
He a honeycomb
So presidential like I do this for Obama kids
We see you riding for all them rats
Hey what your partner did?
I’ma keep it G, lil' nigga, hold up
Check the numbers, bag it up, send it off
Birds come in packs of hunneds
We gon' get these pigeons off
I don’t even wanna fuck your
Bitch, I seen her, make my dick soft
These niggas so fu
Damn near made me pissed off
Pound of gas, third house
Falcons in my bird house
Chickens want me cooped up
Whipping on my third house
Better not think you valid cuz you rapping
Check your whereabouts
Said you with that action, now you acting
What you worried 'bout?
In the booth right now
Rolling up this cookie blunt
Thinking bout my next move, damn
I'm finna fuck ‘em up
Boy, that ain’t no real bread
You ain’t seen a hunned plus
Think it’s sweet, come around
We gon get him hemmed up
Bands tucked, quick to up
Boy I got that 40 too, we gon bust
Blowing on a pound of gas
Sixteen different onions
And we ain’t giving out hall passes
Better go and get to running
See I ain’t popping outta
Your section, they like, "What you on?"
I say, "Lil' nigga, I'm on that cheese
On that provolone"
Ain’t hard to see you off your pivot, boy
You hella grown stay on my ten toes, we
Solid, ain’t no fronting, homes
We heard him talking over that internet
He ain’t make it home
Finna flood my timepiece, this a Audemars
He a honeycomb
So presidential like I do this for Obama kids
We see you riding for all them rats
Hey what your partner did?