Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. , by - The Alchemist. Release date: 28.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. |
| Ugh, yo, yo |
| «But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?» |
| Ugh |
| Oh, just let it rock, ugh |
| Tryna figure out, mayne |
| How you wake up and not be a fuckin' player? |
| Y’er’mean? |
| Woke up, didn’t even brush my teeth, it’s the motion, nigga |
| Went to the garage, said, «Eenie-miney-mo» |
| Opened the garage |
| Jumped in that bitch, started it |
| Put that bitch in reverse, ugh! |
| Forgot to close the gate and I forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top, hang on |
| You feel me? |
| Hit the freeway, I’m doin', like, 80 |
| Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind |
| And all of a sudden… ay Al, yo hang on |
| Hahaha |
| My nigga Alchemist slid through the AC vent |
| Haha, yeah |
| Nigga, I slid through the AC vent with the seatbelt already on |
| I love this nigga, man, hang on |
| Ayy, but when you gonna drop that new shit? |
| Nigga hit me up like, «'Member that shit, Alc'?» |
| Niggas like: |
| «Q! |
| When you gonna drop that new shit?» |
| Guess what, nigga? |
| I dropped this! |
| Between my life, my fame, my body, my daughter |
| Be happy, I’m focused |
| Stay on that flight like tourists |
| Runnin' them lights, no purist |
| Me and this hood here furious, oh |
| «But when you gonna drop that new shit?» |
| Come on, my nigga |
| You see what I’m doing here take time |
| Could’ve came with the same rhymes |
| Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick |
| Stand on that same block, ugh |
| Screaming them same «YAWK!"s |
| Get a feature from K. Dot |
| Put me under that same box, too talented for it |
| The rims, the chains, the Porsche |
| Credibly crippin', the first to do it |
| The bridge, the verse, the chorus, owh |
| «But when you gon' drop that new shit?» |
| Stop it, lil' nigga, I does this |
| Sensei in these studio dungeons |
| Two years, lost four of my cousins |
| Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us |
| But tell me this weed is scented |
| Shout out my life for living |
| Sold me them lies on Christmas |
| Told me I live in Los Angeles |
| But need a green card for Latins |
| So-called «terrorists» attacking |
| And Trump could actually happen |
| Damn, hang on |
| «But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?» |
| I’m done with your stupid ass, cuh |
| I hate your voice too |
| Get away from me, cuh |
| You ain’t even hear what the fuck I’m saying, my nigga |
| Niggas… Niggas been waiting something… |
| Been waiting for something since 2012 |
| You niggas so stupid, I already dropped… |
| Get two of them thangs |
| (Drop that new shit) |
| Yeerndamean? |
| Niggas always talkin' bout this ol' pimping shit right here |
| I’m the one that they gon' let the record reflect, yeerndamean? |
| Motherfuckers always asking me «What's up with Q?» |
| Man, i don’t know whats up with that African, yeerndamean? |
| That’s just my partner, yeerndamean? |
| Shit… |
| Always asking me «When he gonna drop something?» |
| «When he gonna do another video?» |
| Quit asking me all that shit, God damn! |
| I’m doing me, let the record reflect |
| Right? |
| Yeerndamean? |
| Always speaking on me! |
| «Ohh, what’s up with that nigga?» |
| Don’t worry 'bout it, bitch! |