Lyrics Wounds - Yung Mal, Guga Beats

Wounds

Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds, they jump out the gym
Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em
She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim
Old school parked outside, big rims
Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs
These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em
I’m geeked on them Percocet pills
Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em
New Benz pass by like yoom
Get so high, think I’m close to the moon
I keep going up, balloon
I been through the war, you can see all these wounds
The stick shoot a hundred, it sweep like a broom
I done blew up, boom
Bitch, I got crack and it’s droppin' soon
So many hundreds, they fill up the room
Huh, talk to my brother in feds, he staying in tune
He say he proud I got rich off these tunes
'Cause back in the day we was breakin' the rules
I know these niggas gon' hate so I stay with that tool
They prayin' I fall off, fool
They know I’m goin' all out 'bout the gang, the crew
All these hundreds on me, watch this shit get thumbed through
When that money get low, where you run to?
I go to work when I want to
Diamonds they hit, yeah, one-two
I got one one, two, three, four chains in this bitch goin' crazy
Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds, they jump out the gym
Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em
She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim
Old school parked outside, big rims
Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs
These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em
I’m geeked on them Percocet pills
Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em
New Benz pass by like yoom
Get so high, think I’m close to the moon
I keep going up, balloon
I been through the war, you can see all these wounds
I got on all my jewels
I spend a rack a month on all my shoes
My diamonds go crazy, they Looney Tunes
Real Fiji water, jumped out the pool
Young niggas with me, you know they gon' shoot
Got stripes in the hood, salute
With the same gang, we don’t recruit (Hell nah)
These niggas, they lame, can’t get in the loop
I ride in that coupe, it’s just me and Young Sue
I be hugging that sack, that’s my boo
And I love making love to that loot
All of these racks get blew
I bet I make it back in a few
Lil' niggas can’t do what I do
You’d be better just staying in school
Go to the show, act a fool
Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds, they jump out the gym
Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em
She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim
Old school parked outside, big rims
Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs
These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em
I’m geeked on them Percocet pills
Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em
New Benz pass by like yoom
Get so high, think I’m close to the moon
I keep going up, balloon
I been through the war, you can see all these wounds