Squiddy - Wheat Thin (feat. Traffic Willis)

Shit got me fucked up (Fucked up)
We on the come up, said fuck love
Won't fuck us again
Engines will start up again (Vroom vroom)
They can learn from us, no gunners, we kill with a pen (Yea yea yea)
Pulling the trigger like give me a squeeze ho
Flashing the ice like I'm looking freeze oh
Don't need a gun to put her in her knees no
She give me the licky to smoke on the green hoe
You got a big car (Big car), what?
I got a big heart, we some big stars
Finna jump far like leap frog
Turn smart gears, no weak cogs
You're a dirty hog in a pen
Tryna phase me, but I'm zen
Plastic smile like I'm ken
She just wanna ride this dick on the weekend
She don't wanna talk about me to her weak friends
Got the bread but I don't eat, looking like a wheat thin
Think I fucked and fell in love with a demon
Flipping her over like I'ma switch positions
Your heart is my mission
Tryna please the misses
Locked in, they won't miss us
Tryna keep the mother fucking roaches out the kitchen ya
It's a whole ordeal (whole ordeal), what?
Can't get a whole meal
No oat meal, I conceal this pain
I know it's not ideal you say
But nothing is more real
Than this deal we made to press play
See the real goat field this way
Scanning my phone like you lookin for Waldo (Looking for Waldo)
Wondering why I don't pick up her call though (Pick up her call tho)
My mind on me, I never saw the hoe (Never saw the hoe)
Throw your shit in a dusty Volvo (Yea)
People love me so they give me shit for free
Put the dress on me
Take the stress from me
No besting me
Take the rest from T
Finna bless this beat
And we move discreet
A new groove this week
Make the girlies tweak
When they hear me speak
They gone jump in the sheets
Finna treat my meat
So a squid can sleep
I got runners by my side like a track meet (Like a track meet)
Make the bitches wanna ride, I'm attracting (I'm attracting)
I was told you'd never lie, still she capping (Still she capping)
So sodium chloride, I'm reacting
She just wanna ride this dick on the weekend
She dont wanna talk about me to her weak friends
Got the bread but I don't eat, looking like a wheat thin
Think I fucked and fell in love with a demon

Written by:
Ethan Berg

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