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LYRICS
Wheezy outta here

That jit hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'Scotti
I catch a body, say, "Just know that you 'bout it"
The zaza bag, buds size of a broccoli
Think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner stretch your throat like lunges in 'partments
It's loyalty within the crew, so we rockin'
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it's Kylie
Hey, I've been feelin' so strange
They got my lil' dawg in the cage
He said my music helpin' him escape
And deep down inside he feel enraged
Done surrounded my bag with the spades
Hopped up out the roof and she said she love space
Got two 15s on me, I ain't talkin' bass
I thank God for everything, I got away

Rock a Gucci shirt, got a snake 'round the collar
I'll rock the show in Neveda, Nevada
Whatever you call it, just know I got bankrolls
Play stain and you'll get your halo
I ride with a gun and a capo
He don't pray to God so his life gon' gone
Flick up that pussy like tampon
I don't go back, I don't rewind
Here go some extras on extras, make sure the job done
I watch my money grow up like it's a newborn
I been gettin' fly as fuck man, I feel like I'm airborne
Told my lil' partner book me a show because he broke
I told him to cap on it
Niggas ain't big dawg
Yeah, I'm pushin' buttons, just know that I tap on it
I'm just sittin' back
Just countin' up, I ain't gotta put my face on it
Man, you know this your final warnin'
Hitter get up out of there when the sun comin'
Need a big play for the cash 'cause the boy home
In need of a shelter, these boys, they so homeless (Wheezy outta here)

That jit hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'Scotti
I catch a body, say, "Just know that you 'bout it"
The zaza bag, buds size of a broccoli
Think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner stretch your throat like lunges in 'partments
It's loyalty within the crew, so we rockin'
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it's Kylie
Hey, I've been feelin' so strange
They got my lil' dawg in the cage
He said my music helpin' him escape
And deep down inside he feel enraged
Done surrounded my bag with the spades
Hopped up out the roof and she said she love space
Got two 15s on me, I ain't talkin' bass
I thank God for everything, I got away

Conquered everything I wanted in this shit
And AP's for the lil' bitches
Money on money on money on money
On money on money, I'm too stiff
Word to my crew, I'm bigger than Jesus
Me and Lil Keed got more hits than The Beatles
I'm too prestigious to eat with the leeches
I put designer drugs in the one liter
Ain't got no love for no nigga who hate
They send them killers to spray where you lay
Changin' my side depend on the location
Put a Patek on her, maybe I love her
Bought her a watch, that don't mean that I trust her
Ain't got not trust like the trust for my cutter
CELINE the blankets, I'm wrapped up in covers
Can't be high maintenance and fuck with my brother
Ain't no more love when you come out the streets
I need some love that is one of a kind
Poppin' at bodies and didn't tell nobody
She fell in love with me and my slime
I could be cappin' in all of my raps
But I tell the truth every single time
Smokin' on zaza, bad bitch callin' me "Dada"

That jit hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'Scotti
I catch a body, say, "Just know that you 'bout it"
The zaza bag, buds size of a broccoli
Think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner stretch your throat like lunges in 'partments
It's loyalty within the crew, so we rockin'
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it's Kylie
Hey, I've been feelin' so strange
They got my lil' dawg in the cage
He said my music helpin' him escape
And deep down inside he feel enraged
Done surrounded my bag with the spades
Hopped up out the roof and she said she love space
Got two 15s on me, I ain't talkin' bass
I thank God for everything, I got away

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