WIFI LIT - Future

Zaytoven

Woah, woah, woah

Gone in the sky, over 20,000

I keep my wifi lit

I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit

I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit

Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

I leave a bitch in the cold, oh

I don’t act poor no more

I left her sitting at the Loews, oh

'Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no

I’m on some rich nigga shit

It’s all about rich nigga timing

Fully loaded whip

I’m gone curve you kindness

I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it

I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet

I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket

I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki

I’m on another wave

Cut the head off the Porsche

Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting

VIP with 8 K’s, very important

Always riding with a gas torch

Always riding with a mask

Young nigga playing with a pinky ring

Cost over 500 bags

Already know your homie singing

They 'bout to get him wacked

Soon as you let up, relax

That’s when they waiting to attack

Platinum majority of the plaques

Striking it off like a match

Gone in the sky, over 20,000

I keep my wifi lit

I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit

I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit

Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

You came from public housing

You serving hand to hand, oh

You got that good salmon,

And smoking it fresh out the can

You know how to stir your bowl up

You know how to flip your bands

I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan

I know the opps they thinking foul

We 'bout to take out they mans

We got to make some bullets shower

Show you we ain’t playing

You gon' smell this gun powder

it’s gone make you dance

I’ve been counting it up for hour

Done cramped my hands

Gone in the sky, over 20,000

I keep my wifi lit

I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit

I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit

Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa

Wifi lit

Master bitch, woah, woah, whoa

That’s an assist

Cooking grits, woah, woah, whoa

Have a chicken

Fuck your clique, woah woah, whoa

Got them sticks

Wifi lit, wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

Wifi lit

(Auntie, auntie)

Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa

Wifi lit

(Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood)

Master bitch, woah, woah, whoa

That’s an assist

(Auntie, auntie)

Cooking grits, woah, woah, whoa

(JB, know I mean)

Have a chicken

Fuck your clique, woah woah, whoa

Got them sticks

Let’s go!