Tray Gwaupooo - WTF

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Come on, gwaup up in this motherfucker
Yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, pull that gas up, yeah

I'm just runnin' routes, uh, like I'm Stefon Diggs, uh
I'm just in the stu, but I cannot drop no mid
Six times two, uh, we don't fuck pigs, ayy
Play with gang, yeah, that shit gon' cost an arm

Spend a thousand on these sticks, yeah, you gon' see we armed
If you play with mines, I'm the type to really cause some harm
We just gettin' money, what can you say
Turn me up when it come to money, me and bro like Stephen and klay

Masked up, we got them sticks, yeah, we steppin' in some ricks
Got the packs, we got the bricks, make a plays like Michael Vick
Bro just shooting like he wick, ballin' like iman shumpert
But I'm ballin' like a knick, hit a stain, we catch a lick

Fuck a bitch, yeah, what? Woo, I ain't never trick
Hit the bank, I took a risk, lawyer look like Wilson Fisk
If you wanna play the games, might as well just get a disk
Got a bitch, that body shit, and hoop? Like Angel reese

Bro Just made it quick, band, yeah, off a damn piece
Like Herb ima Humble Beast, what's the word like Van Fleet
We slide right on that damn street, I can't do the backseat
I'm just up in Philly, ballin' out like Tyrese Maxey

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Written by:
Traven Bryant

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