Lyrics W2BRISCOE - Justin Rarri

W2BRISCOE

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