W2BRISCOE - Justin Rarri

Bitch I feel like no cap with the pac, Wockhardt

He got a drac nigga give me a reason spend a couple bands getchu knocked off

We gone spin the whole block with fire shoot a big 45 or FN big fire

And she ask why I’m like this, aint telling no business

Keep that shit a bean it aint my fault

I got goons that be living like rockstars

Why you acting like you aint get popped on

I just got a bnb got a whole freak bitch catch me upstairs getting topped off

Gotta big FN fuck nigga I aint playing shootin up his head get crossed off

We gon murder shit already know it

We gone play the whole block like guitars

He thought he seen what I saw he aint saw it

Watch me act like a thot I’m retarded

Boy you stupid if you think we sparing

Niggas know what the real I got a whole lotta steel

We aint talking we sparking

Bought a thick bad bitch a burkin

I got a whole lotta bottles like nurses

Momma caught me with a rock I was working

I was stuck up in the trap with a purpose

357 baby

I just bought a new glock and a sig

Told that bitch suck my dick till the day I bleed

Man the way niggas hit em embarrassing

Bitch I spent a whole bag, I got real commas

Brodie got four bodies he a real drummer

Made a whole stack off them pints catch a opp we gone zip em up that nigga

sealed em

Bitch I feel like no cap with the pac, Wockhardt

He got a drac nigga give me a reason spend a couple bands getchu knocked off

We gone spin the whole block with fire shoot a big 45 or FN big fire

And she ask why I’m like this, aint telling no business

Keep that shit a bean it aint my fault

I got goons that be living like rockstars

Why you acting like you aint get popped on

I just got a bnb got a whole freak bitch catch me upstairs getting topped off

Gotta big FN fuck nigga I aint playing shootin up his head get crossed off

We gon murder shit already know it

We gone play the whole block like guitars

He thought he seen what I saw he aint saw it

Ferragamo

Holding up big gucci

I told that boy get the fuck out my face tryna act like he been knew me

My shotta stay holding them big Uzi’s

With drakes in the back no we aint Tunchi

If you see us inside of the party my niggas always looking for the opps

Tryna catch a nigga, bust em at his noggin

Look what I’m doing now, Mackin wit bitches

We spinning we wooing now

Put the phones in the back man this bitch is annoying now

I’m that nigga right now so they wanna run down,

Young as hell with them racks they like fuck how he doing that

Man the money make these hoes wetty, he screamin, on stretchers

She thinking back and regretting she left me

Keep the snipe to right like my first name wesley

Now your mother crying, take it easy

Now your sister talking Nypd

Shorty asking when a nigga gon see me

Booling wit my mackballer and sometimes my deelzey

Feel in love with them racks

Heard he keep a lil duece as a strap

Nigga slime briscoe get em inna back

Heard a nigga out cuz he a lil strap know he aint bout it

Bitch I feel like no cap with the pac, Wockhardt

He got a drac nigga give me a reason spend a couple bands getchu knocked off

We gone spin the whole block with fire shoot a big 45 or FN big fire

And she ask why I’m like this, aint telling no business

Keep that shit a bean it aint my fault

I got goons that be living like rockstars

Why you acting like you aint get popped on

I just got a bnb got a whole freak bitch catch me upstairs getting topped off

Gotta big FN fuck nigga I aint playing shootin up his head get crossed off

We gon murder shit already know it

We gone play the whole block like guitars

He thought he seen what I saw he aint saw it