Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wd-40, artist - Carns Hill.
Date of issue: 28.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wd-40 |
My eyes too big for my belly |
Niggas like me can’t wait for a payday |
Rather just wait for the plug |
Chop it all up for the fiends, go Mayday (Brr) |
3 point 2 and its diesel (Diesel) |
Step on the gas and the back drop (Nyoom) |
She pretty in the face, I love the way that the back drop (Fat one) |
Look at my pictures, can’t you see the killy-dem in the back drop? |
Them make just wanna get grouchy, shoot man in the chest 'til they back drop |
(Woi yoi) |
Shout my nigga, you niggas still goin' halves, that’s giggles (That's banter) |
I just left shard, now I’m goin' Harvey Nichols |
One hand on the splash in the party, so you know that I dance with devils |
I don’t need a cause, I’m a rebel |
Drill broad day, no schedule (That way) |
Can’t step into our quarters |
That’s nuttin' but wass and S or S and VVS, that’s water |
Better #Trill no order (Now what you say Youngs?) |
I ain’t gotta spill no sauce, I’m a sorcerer (Ayy ayy ayy) |
Bandana with a head back, tryna baptise someone’s daughter |
I just clutch that hammer and bust |
If you get hit, tough luck |
Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust |
Cop that W-D 4−5, I’ll clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |
I just clutch that hammer and bust |
If you get hit, tough luck |
Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust |
Cop that W-D 4−5, clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |
I done drillings on drillings (Hmm) |
I’m just pissed I ain’t seen no killings (Nuttin') |
Talk killings but done no drillings |
Tell a man good riddance |
My young boy strapped, tryna turn a man dust |
Got the W-D for the D.I.Y for the mash that’ll accumulate rust (Clean it) |
I’ll clean it up (Clean it) |
I done did it on the backroad, casual, tapped it twice and ripped his top |
This shotgun cost 500 nuts |
O.T dishin' rocks |
Shoot mans face off, normal |
I don’t give a fuck who watched |
Them man talkers, they just actors |
'til the shotgun goes pop (Pow) |
'til the shotgun goes boom (Boom) |
2 man on the 500 zoom |
Other man left for dead |
Now look at this stupid yout (Fool) |
You know its cold out here |
You got a brand new fur, I’ll shoot mans Canadian Goose (Bow Bow) |
Mans wicked and bad, not talk too much |
Know we got nothin' to prove |
I just clutch that hammer and bust |
If you get hit, tough luck |
Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust |
Cop that W-D 4−5, I’ll clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |
I just clutch that hammer and bust |
If you get hit, tough luck |
Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust |
Cop that W-D 4−5, clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |
This next 16, imma wake this up (Wake it) |
the pack, then I weigh this up (Weigh it) |
Hood loves us, so it’s bait as fuck |
Man buy out the bar then pouring cups |
Wit the gang, man do that |
Yeah my lines goin' up and down like hashtags |
Walkin' sticks like granddads |
If I jump out, unzip that manbag |
You weren’t there when I done that |
Yeah I bang my mash, dem bro there, they scurry |
And I’m far from worried |
'cause they’re quick to talk but leave in a hurry |
Gaggin' up, she’s ucking deeply |
my name' not DV |
Girls see us and move all neeky |
my broski leeky |
Give no fucks, that’s ASAP Mally |
First shootin', no gloves, no bally |
Got caught up, did time for the wammy |
in the cabby |
Fuck the feds, that’s mental trust me |
Sixty free, free Mental, trust me (Free K) |
Scribz/LD, he’s eatin' lovely (Free Scribz) |
M dot A dot no fuckery (Gang) |
I just clutch that hammer and bust |
If you get hit, tough luck |
Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust |
Cop that W-D 4−5, I’ll clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |
I just clutch that hammer and bust |
If you get hit, tough luck |
Two-man creep out the back blocks tryna turn man dust |
Cop that W-D 4−5, clean that mash, get rid of the rust |
Nuttin' but fuckers and niggas ain’t lettin' it bust (Ain't lettin' it bust) |