YungBoy Pay$on - W.O.A.D

Coming from the underground
I tote a gun don't make a sound
The chopper hold a hundred rounds a homie catch a body now
Bitches homie hoppin' now, pullin' up we hoppin' out, runnin' up we stompin' out,
Buddy better watch your mouth fuck you think you talkin' bout, hit him while the sun is out
Walkin' wit the diamonds out, shinin hoe without a doubt, grindin' bitch without a doubt
Need a co-sign I'm goin' up in this bitch that's facts no doubt
That's tough, let me be the first one to call the bluff
Your bitch told me that you really like it rough, so put a finger up when you done had enough
If you wanna be compared to me you runner up, gotta get a bag don't really give a fuck
If you thinkin' that you better than me think again, I don't really think you got what I got in the pen
Everybody steady sayin' YB don't got it, I promise you I'ma lock it, I'm really waitin' to profit,
If I'm about it, I drop it, you ain't about it, so stop it, and when I want it, I cop it, you bitches so out of pocket
I'm blastin' off like a rocket, I'm really feelin' like profit, you made me sick, I'ma vomit it, I'ma star like a comet Don't fuckin' read any comment, because my talent is heaven-sent bitch, I'm bad as Maleficent
Are you feelin' my presence
Coming from the underground
I tote a gun don't make a sound
The chopper hold a hundred rounds a homie catch a body now
Bitches homie hoppin' now, pullin' up we hoppin' out, runnin' up we stompin' out,
Buddy better watch your mouth fuck you think you talkin' bout, hit him while the sun is out
Walkin' wit the diamonds out, shinin hoe without a doubt, grindin' bitch without a doubt
Need a co-sign I'm goin' up in this bitch that's facts no doubt
I never doubted on myself cause I don't need that, I been lookin' like a broom the way I sweep that,
If we fuckin' better hush it, we discreet that, bleep that, don't keep that, delete that,
I don't give a fuck about a rumor, don't nobody even know what I be doin' or who I be doin',
Did I speak clear is that fluent
See even when I fuck around shit still smack
For anybody still sayin' that I can't rap
I wrote every word so you know my pen work
I got hella dirt, never fuckin' with turf
Got a few big guns and they all nerf
Heart broke by a bitch, coulda been worse
Body bag, casket, and a big hearse
38 loaded gun in a bitch purse
You know I turn in best verse
Without a doubt, without a doubt, without a doubt no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt

Written by:
Preston Powell

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