WET! - Chris King

Fuck you, Andrew

Hold on

Choppa wipe his face identity theft (Blatt)

Wipe a nigga nose until there’s none left (Snot)

Life isn’t promised, I’m counting each breath (It's not)

When the work load, nigga, we made it stretch (It load)

Supply and demand, keep repeatin' the steps (Supply)

Get demand and supply, get your clientele swept (It's hot)

In big bodies, I creep like a giant, I step

Slangin' iron, get wet

Rob the local drug dealer, heard he got that fire on deck

Got my fire on hip (Lit)

rappin' in coke you could say they acknowledge my whip

Then they proud of my wrist (White)

Gas pedal down to the floor in Dior

Just to go and pick up my lil' Prada, lil' bitch

You gon' get dicked way before you go and get a dollar, lil' bitch (Andrew,

what’s up?)

Shit I don’t know, young snotty nose

I can not chose, Bentley or Rolls

Throw that dick in, take it out slow

Snatchin' her soul, me and my bros (Ha)

Bros over hoes, stuffing' her throat

Her nigga a hoe, plus he is broke (Broke), broke as a joke

We sippin' Pope', we grippin poles

He say he would, I know he won’t

We burnin' big doinks, who want the smoke?

Sippin' big drank, this for adults

This is a gang, this is a cult

We one in the same, energy jolt

Aim for the brain, one in the dome

Yo curfew at night, take your ass home

You a bitch in disguise and your cover is blown

Snakes in the grass, cut that bitch home

Choppa wipe his face identity theft (Blatt)

Wipe a nigga nose until there’s none left

Life isn’t promised, I’m counting each breath (It's not)

When the work load, nigga, we made it stretch

Supply and demand, keep repeatin' the steps

Get demand and supply, get your clientele swept

And I creep inn big bodies, like a giant, I step

Slangin' iron, get wet (Andrew, what’s—), hold up

Clippin' then cuttin' up rather just clippin' it

Cutting dope, fighting these niggas no fixin' it, and I guarantee knock off a

nigga bitch

Oh my god, that bitch, that that could just fit in him

That nigga just fitting it, that dude a dog, There’s nothin' to fix in him,

Banging drums like that hoe in villages

Eatin' up these rappers and slap the security, All these opps are broke and

that shit is in embarrassing (Ha), Got one of the rollies put baguettes in the

hair of it

When one of the oops dropped that was hilarious (Haha), I’m the type of nigga

to bury a nigga (Ha), I’m kinda joking and im kinda serious, I dropped the top

off, and no its not sabarious, Hit that bitch with dick, now she wanna marry

(What the fuck, are you for real?), Bitch do you love me?, Bitch do you not?

Pullin' out foregins, pullin' out drops, One in the head I got a cock,

A new loaf of bread spread that bitch out, She fucked in the head,

I’m got the house, I get the ass the pussy the mouth, My gun in her titties,

just keep falling out, I’m a hot dog no sour power, These niggas trash,

Oscar the Grouch, Bitch come and get high, come eat a cloud, How could you

hate?, I don’t see how

Fuck on that bitch I make her drop her towel, Dirty the soda, when fresh out

the shower, I’m pouring lean in the middle of town, I silently swear to gang in

the house (I do)

Choppa wipe his face identity theft (Blatt)

Wipe a nigga nose until there’s none left (Snot)

Life isn’t promised, I’m counting each breath (It's not)

When the work load, nigga, we made it stretch (It load)

Supply and demand, keep repeatin' the steps (Supply)

Get demand and supply, get your clientele swept (It's hot)

In big bodies, I creep like a giant, I step

Slangin' iron, get wet

Snot