Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WDYW, artist - Carnage. Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WDYW |
| I turn five to a ten |
| I turn twenty to a fifty |
| Fourty fourty hit your woadie shorty |
| Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi |
| I turn five to a ten |
| I turn twenty to a fifty |
| Fourty fourty hit your woadie shorty |
| Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi |
| Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (What do you want?) |
| Like whatchu want, Like what do you want? |
| Whatchu want? |
| Let a nigga know |
| Let a nigga know, let a nigga know |
| You get hit, 40 all at you |
| I got your bitch on me, your mama on me and she birth you |
| Blowin' Uzi, I’m just off the shits |
| Got your bitch on me, she all up on this dick |
| I am so turnt up |
| I don’t give a mothafuck, I am the man |
| Stay hella manly, your girl my baby |
| , I am too lazy |
| Fergy gonna get 'em, youngin' doin' better |
| Uzi with Uzi hit him through the leather |
| Black Panther party, Huey with the leather |
| Feel like I’m him with the cheddar |
| Put 'em in the soup, portobello |
| Hit him in the head through his cerebellum |
| Nigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin' felon |
| He’ll dead him in a second if I tell him |
| Smoke a number nine for you with the |
| He was on his way to his dreams |
| Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon |
| These kids I try tell 'em |
| Don’t get caught with a weapon |
| Hip Hop police on the 'Gram |
| And they can’t wait to get 'em |
| Trap, he smoking on midnight gas |
| Finessing a nigga with pounds of the swag |
| My bitches, they bustin', you niggas, you cuffin' |
| I trap out the bando them onions |
| Whatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga? |
| Got in them Xans, wrappin' the bricks in saran |
| You don’t want problems |
| Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan |
| Migos Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed |
| 30 gold chains I flex, but I ain’t ever had no job |
| Turn twenty to a fifty |
| Tryna jump at Rich the kid, diamonds dancin' like Diddy |
| I trap in the kitchen with Whitney, Actavis killin' my kidneys |