DON"T FUCK WIT WOLFY
• Written by DJBITCHUFUKINSNITCH
Don't fuck wit wolfy or ima fuck wit you Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit
i bleed for thats who im rolling wit
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My squad is who i get it wit
you messin wit da truth,
never ever fuk wit chu
except wit no title
Tryna battle wit no wits
i attack you wit une rif
been hit wit suspicion
Gold plate wit dat rine stone
UOENO I WAS WIT IT
try to get wit my style
except wit no title
don't smoke no loud wit us
Fucks wit them cool niggas
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
Now you got me hopped up on that
As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
Get the Zippo and spark the shit
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
You, you, you have to pay for that
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay, faggot
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
Convertible
Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
You, you, you have to pay for that
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay, faggot
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
I was born back, Wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit
Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
Tyler the Creator invented some new shit
Shit I represent is killin' niggas and shit
Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate
In that 09' range while I'm singing old Tre shit
And I be with P, so I got BBC shit
Me and you just need to talk a bit
I'm always dressed up but I never slack shit
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit
Gotti here, I’m in this shit
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit
Now my eyes Chinese, keep the loud lit
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
Thus contributing to ongoing credit
Shout out Chrissy, Rozay and all that
Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit
And I give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that
And my vision isn't set on the money I get
But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that
The next day you is everybody target
Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit
Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit
Bulletproof vest won't protect shit
Then play you all my latest shit
So, I’m on some 40 days and night shit
Holla at ya boy young Roy’s in the kill shit
Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit
Ya’ll be highly obliged when I drop my shit
Fame is a drug I knew that before Jay said that
New soul verses the O.G. it seemed as a hit
Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that
Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit
And tired of his shit and tries to just split
Living out of a homeless shit
Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit
Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit
It ain't my place to say and I hear all that
I know the world been waiting for that
The real muscle in the message of that
Or you can do better on some hate shit
I got two whole tears in a bucket
Y'all can't ever fade that, I don't ever lack shit
A cold beast, nigga I'm the shit
Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit
Y'all similes is literal shit
I ride by bumping Shine, I do just that
Me, Wale, so hard - as shit
No famous name vouch and I'm still the shit
Malcolm X: Get yo hand out my pocket
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
I work hard for everything I get
Wale, you must know Im on my stuntin shit
Uh, Yea Yea, Turn Me Up A Lil Bit
Or Never Say Never Though I Admit
Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit
And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that
A good head on her shoulders, I need to feel that
Double M-G not to mention we got that
Don’t gotta shop, I ain't paying for shit
When they feel safe on some bitch shit
Hoes blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit
Wet willy shit, pussy I need a minute
Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit
Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
And that's Jay line I had to quote that
At times I like to watch out the latest shit
It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit
But you're loving mine I am the shit
This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit
So I'mma talk about a little bit of that
They say, Trojans never break but it ain't that
And now I only listen to this hip-hop shit
Aye Jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
So I'mma talk about a little bit of that
They say, Trojans never break but it ain't that
And now I only listen to this hip-hop shit
Aye Jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
Im sayin one night my love is like that
Hit your block with a Glock, blog that
New Rolls Royce, Royce, yeah I'm all that
One night love: I'mma need that
He could own that, shawty, I'mma lease that
I'mma sign that work and release that
If it's right tonight, I might bite that
I ain't trying to conflict: Nickels to dimes and shit
Foolish, I be on that new shit
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
But I'm leaving town in a little bit
She's tryna fall back, cuz she say I'm all that
Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit
You, you and you're saying "Shit, I been had that
Shop at Saks Fifth like it's a Target
She's on my line like I'm fishing I got that
All black everthing on some jigga shit
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
But I like you like..like a lil bit
Yea I’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
Every day was a Saturday, shit
And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that
It's cause of you, see, you let him do that
No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit
Told you Camp Lo was my favorite
How can I persuade more heads to hear this great shit
Yeah see I let my nigga hit that
See I let my nigga split that
Chris Wallace said the sky was the limit
I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit
That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that
Is you a fiend now, nigga? Catch a gleamed bullet
With these Macs I've got a bad habit
It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
And California on that jerk shit
I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit
I just wanna be higher than that
And, uh, I don’t know what keeps me alive, shit
Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
That's what I call it, it's full of shit
Kendrick Lamar, his momma called him that
Put your whole goddamn career in a casket
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
The dead socie
If I call your hotline and
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
I put the nigga in his casket
Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit
And if I'm down with this banging shit
Because there ain't no coming back from that
Moms really getting mad when I call you that
I ain't worried bout shitBitch I'm the shit
This is like love, that you can never get
I’m T-Raww young nigga I’m the shit
Young money motherfucker we the shit
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DJBITCHUFUKINSNITCH
Member since October 2 2022