Lil Dann and Lil Yachty - WIPED

Us
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
Live from the pyramids, I'm straight (BNYX)

Yeah, yeah
Fuck wrong with these hoes
Thinkin' they won't get squished, I'll get a bitch gone
Pour up in a Pineapple Fanta, I'm changin' the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on that cell phone, pussy
Fuck wrong with these hoes
Thinkin' that they exempt, I'll get a bitch squished, two
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you thinkin' it's shit on a tissue

You can get wiped, you can get wiped
And the coupe red like you picked someone, why I can't tell you the price
She said she don't smoke She say she don't drink Then fuck is your vice?
I got more pints than you can count before blinkin' your eyes
Yeah I ride with the five
And my bitch too pretty to die
I ain't trippin', my sister can slide
Know I stay with them bees like a hive
Know I stay with them bees like it's Boston
Had six packs comin' from Austin
I had three fit bitches, don't talk to 'em
Ain't dead yet still like a hologram

Yeah, yeah
Fuck wrong with these hoes
Thinkin' they won't get squished, I'll get a bitch gone
Pour up in a Pineapple Fanta, I'm changin' the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on that cell phone, pussy
Fuck wrong with these hoes
Thinkin' that they exempt, I'll get a bitch squished, two
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you thinkin' it's shit on a tissue

When I'm swervin' I'm keepin' my gun in my hand (hand)
My nigga forgot bout' a body he caught, he done popped him a Xan
I fuck your bitch for Chanel and that's why I won't give her no cash (okay)
I'm shoppin' linens, Japan (yeah)
I'm Lil Dann but I'm grown, you playin' (facts)
Bitch, I got bodies on bodies (bodies)
Bitch, it's Lil Dann and Lil Yachty (okay)
I'm sellin' dope like a hobby
The way I get money, you'd think I play lottery
I'm stiff on a bitch, they be sayin' I'm rude
I got some money, done dropped out of school
I got two hunnid right now and it's cool
I need to slow down but it's cool
Tennis chain, cubans, and rings (rings)
I'm gettin' money, fuck fame (fame)
And most of you niggas be lame
You bitches be fuckin', that make you the same (okay)
You should've believed in me (should've believed)
But you rather be teasin' me (rather be teasin')
Count a dub, that's a easy week
Don't need nobody help feedin' me

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Fuck wrong with these hoes
Thinkin' they won't get squished, I'll get a bitch gone
Pour up in a Pineapple Fanta, I'm changin' the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on that cell phone, pussy
Fuck wrong with these hoes
Thinkin' that they exempt, I'll get a bitch squished, two
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you thinkin' it's shit on a tissue

Written by:
Lil Dann

Publisher:
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