Yeat - Wonky lyrics

(Swiz need to pipe down)

(Ah) Patek goin' crazy
I just got a bag from my bag, it had a baby
(Ah) i just made some cash
I got a band then times'd it eighty
No, we not a band but play
The drums like it's the eighties
Yeah, twizz on the run, we gotta be safe
(yeah)
Can't stop for 12, we can't stop for jakes
Yeah
Why you buggin' out askin' how much I make?
(yeah, what?)
You know nothin' 'bout the game or
What the hell it takes (Shh) , yeah
Twizzy brought the blicky, he
Brought the lighter, he's bouta' spliff
Baby once you leave the coupe, with me
You don't exist
Got this soda, damn, I'm bouta pop
Yеah, just like a cyst, yeah
(Eughh) i ain't talkin' 'bout no Newport
Know Twizz keep a SIG
This OnlyFans bitch had madе a
Porno while I hit
Why the hell did I just take the
X again? I might be dead
I think I make the hardest
Songs when I'm dyin', i'm on the edge
Take these drug's to be numb
Yeah, my brain feelin' dead, ooh

Her pussy pink, my diamonds red
I guess we kinda match the coupe
They thought that GOAT stood
For went it stink
Because they music turnin' poop
Nah, matter of fact, I'm finna
Shit on every beat, just dropped a dookie
Yeah, pulled up on his bitch, she sucked
Me up and she actin' flukey, yeah
This not Willy Wonka but this
Wocky' got me wonky had to pull up on lil'
Shawty in the Cullinan, the Tonky'
I can't hear what you sayin', no reception
Walkie talkie
When she give me that lil' dirty face
I know it's sloppy toppy
And I brought the Cayenne out just so
They keep the heat off me
They be cryin' out "Help me
" why these bitches flockin'?
I'm too rich so I'll admit it
I been snorting a couple perkies
No bullshit, I think I'm getting addicted
30's start to feel like 10's
I remember back in the day I had
No money but I had friends
Nowadays I cut 'em off
My only friend I got is Benjamin
Button, bitch, don't push my button
This coupe that cost me more
Than five hundred racks, it got some buttons
They say I'm on the edge but to me
It feel like nothin'
I done seen a lot of broke boys
Let that stimmy get to they muffin, yeah
One slice of cheese but
Double my bread, yeah, mcMuffin
Don't lie about the racks
And doin' drugs, boy, don't be bluffin'
This shit could get so serious in a second
The world is nothin'
I feel like I'm ISIS with the
Beats and with the coupes
I cut the head off
It don't matter what you believe
Or what you see, but what you read off
This lil' pussy boy wanna buy
He call the police, he Chicken Little

(Ah) Patek goin' crazy
I just got a bag from my bag, it had a baby
(Ah) i just made some cash
I got a band then times'd it eighty
No, we not a band but play
The drums like it's the eighties
Yeah, twizz on the run, we gotta be safe
(yeah)
Can't stop for 12, we can't stop for jakes
Yeah
Why you buggin' out askin' how much I make?
(yeah, what?)
You know nothin' 'bout the game or
What the hell it takes (Shh) , yeah
Twizzy brought the blick
Hebrought the lighter, he brought the spliff
Baby once you leave the coupe with me
You don't exist
Got this soda, damn, I'm bouta pop
Yeah, just like a cyst, yeah
(Eughh) i ain't talkin' 'bout no Newport
Know Twizz keep a SIG
This OnlyFans bitch had made a
Porno while I hit
Why the hell did I just take the
X again? I might be dead
I think I make the hardest
Songs when I'm dyin', i'm on the edge
Take these drug's to be numb
Yeah, my brain feelin' dead, ooh