sol1k - MAD WUSSY (feat. donn¡e & heylosoo)

(Did you slay it?)
I got a .44 on my hip, nigga runnin' round' he a- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pull up with a stick, got a pole on me and it click (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He mad he throwing a fit, and yo' girl she said I could hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, gave her the dick, she doin' the splits on my shit
I-I-I got a Glock right on my hip (Hip, hip, hip)
Got a lot on my mind, so I'm starting to dip (Dip, dip, dip)
Two three's, I make yo' girl dip
Don't run, do not even trip (Okay, huh)
Clyde baby
We done, we make you sit
We run, you lose all your drip (Okay)
Cash in, make sure-
Use your hips (Grah)
As in, I make your girl skip (Lah, lah, lah)
No fish fillet
I ain't even a Crip
Shoutout Rafay
I'll bite yo' lip
(No homo)
Like where's yo' kids?
I'm backing the Benz and I'm loading the disc
Si-sike man
Shoot you where you live, you a baby to me
You live in a crib, I ain't even gon' lie, man I'm boutta' flip
Shootin-shooting what's behind yo' nip (Fah, fah)
I'm taking these risks, nigga I won't look back
I started making money, getting them good racks (Getting that good stuff)
He was talking crazy like that nigga won't get back
He keep talking shit, I'll show him what's in my bookbag
If I hit him with one, he get hit in the brain (Fah)
And now that boy dumb, less' he goin' insane (Grah, grah, boom)
I guess it's too bad he went out of his lane (Sure)
And it's way too late, I already let it-
Woah
They say I'm sick and demented
They say that I'm not worth anything
They say that I'm not gonna accomplish anything in life
I'll prove them wrong
On my ra-ra shit
Beat a nigga ass for talking shit
I got a Glock, probably number two
Easy there nigga, what you wanna do? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm with yo' mom, and you had no clue
I got the weed
Hunnid' in my shoe
Like I'm in the closet, cookin' up in the stu'
I'm fuckin his bitch, he don't got a clue (Ha, ha, ha)
They takin' all day, just to make a hit (Grah)
When I shoot you don't cry, like don't make a fit
Shoot you in yo legs, and I don't even care
Look like a grandma, in a wheelchair
And I got a white bitch number six
She taking my black dick, couldn't fit
Couldn't fit, and I'll step on you and then I'll sit
Told her to leave, she throwin' a fit
You wanna go lets go, I took a Percy, now I'm moving slow
Glock got a dick gon' make a nigga froze
Now it's time to switch up the flow
Choppa' gon' blow if you think it's a joke
My dick in her mouth, then she watching it grow
F-f-f-fucking yo' bitch in my Gucci cologne
Can't fuck with no black bitch, I'm hot as snow
Yeah, I'm making this money, you know I stay at it
He wanted some bread, but I won't let him have it
You don't even know, don't got no reaction
It's your loss, you made out of plastic
I'm in the cockpit, say I won't crash it
I'll stretch you out, turn you to elastic
Don't fuck with us, nigga it can get tragic
I hit him three times, and he disappeared like Aladdin

Written by:
Cameron Nunley, Donald Evans, Izayah Sofu, Torese Osifo

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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