Song Page - Lyrify.me

Lyrify.me

WYO by TG Kommas Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Chorus]
Yea, Yea Look
Boy fuck what you talkin' bout, we really bout whatever
Slang this bitch, chalk 'em out, lets put one on a stretcher
Shit get gangster, demons all around, they itchin' for to catch 'em
When them shots let off, they walk 'em down, can't get up they won't let 'em
What you talkin' bout, what you really on?
I dont know you, niggas pussy, who you dissin' on?
I'll show you, you a pussy, put that glizzy on 'em
Ain't no duckin', we can roll, do this shit how you wanna

[Verse 1]
Ain't no runnin' we can rock out
Turn this bitch to our way, catch a opp, and pull that Glock out
Niggas ain't my opps, they just be hatin' cause I popped off
Guess they want attention like them bitches let them shots off
And I bet hе get dropped off
In the caskеt, youngest flashin' out
Lil one want a body, roll 'em up and pluck the ashes out
Bitch get out yo' body, open fire, take the savage route
If you scared, don't come outside, we passin' caskets out
It go fee-fi-fo-fum
All these shooters down to ride
Out they mind, it's really dumb
We gone slide, can't let that slide
That's not a option where we from
Catch me in the trenches, I'm surrounded by the gun, way too many guns
Inhaling all this smoke, cough out ya lungs nigga
Thats my [?] nigga play we gone have fun with 'em
They don't like it cause we thuggin and we countin skrilla
I ain't beefin' with no pussy, boy you not a killa
[Chorus]
Look
Boy fuck what you talkin' bout, we really bout whatever
Slang this bitch, chalk 'em out, let's put one on a stretcher
Shit get gangster, demons all around, they itchin' for to catch 'em
When them shots let off, they walk 'em down, can't get up they won't let 'em
What you talkin' bout?, what you really on?
I dont know you, niggas pussy, who you dissin' on?
I'll show you, you a pussy, put that glizzy on 'em
Ain't no duckin', we can roll, do this shit how you wanna

[Verse 2]
Nigga how you want it? , we can roll, I'm a dive
Put me in the ocean, let 'em try, he gone die
Put that boy in motion, we gone ride, grab that fi'
Shoot at yo opponent, I see no opponents
This shit can't be televised, fuck the five-o's
Screaming fuck the other side, cause that's what I know
I won't beef about no bitch, shit I just can't go
Fuck I look like arguing 'bout a stank hoe
Hit her on this right note, she gone scream
Make her holla, hit a high note
Bad bitch, but I still treat her like a side hoe
Down bitch, she still gone drive it while we slidin' thru
Niggas hidin' too
What you hidin' for?, come outside
I was tryna catch 'em out in Houston, get 'em hogtied
Hit 'em with that tool, take his soul, and leave his mouth wide
But niggas, they athletic when them shots fired, they gone run
[Chorus]
Boy fuck what you talkin' bout, we really bout whatever
Slang this bitch, chalk 'em out, let's put one on a stretcher
Shit get gangster, demons all around, they itchin' for to catch 'em
When them shots let off, they walk 'em down, can't get up they won't let 'em
What you talkin' bout?, what you really on?
I dont know you, niggas pussy, who you dissin' on?
I'll show you, you a pussy, put that glizzy on 'em
Ain't no duckin', we can roll, do this shit how you wanna