Moey Don't Worry - Why They Wanna

I pulled up on the scene
I pulled up looking mean
Ask the fuck boy if he wants to get shot
He tried to fuck around, so I guess he got got
Sophisticated when I rhyme, and when I speak
Music full blast, pumping - on repeat
They're in for a treat, when I get them off their feet
Cause they wanna hear me speak, while I'm rapping on the beat
I don't need no beat cause I can still go acapella
And I'm always out here tryna chase that motherfuckin' cheddar
Ain't nobody do it better, ain't nobody get her wetter
If you try and fuck around I pull out my Berretta
Pull up in my new whip, looking hell a fly
Stimulated smoking on this green cause I'm hell a high
I'm so faded I'm so jaded sipping on that Hennessey
Got a bad bitch and she's sitting right here next to me

Why they wanna fuck around?
Don't know they know that I'll put these boys in the ground
Make sure none of these boys even make a sound
When I ask my brothers to ride they always down
Why they wanna fuck around?
Don't know they know that I'll put these boys in the ground
Make sure none of these boys even make a sound
When I ask my brothers to ride they always down

Wallah Boys, we pulled up on the scene
Wallah Boys and we looking hell a mean
Wallah Boys and we looking hell a fly
It's the Wallah Boys you can catch us cause you gonna die
Catch us in the sky we smoking on these jays
Your spirits flying up its going to the gates
No imitate, we ain't a bunch of fakes
We cut you like a steak, make you dinner on a plate
No remorse, the boys are out in force
We ain't Heinz Ketchup, but you know we got that sauce
Not Bugs Bunny but I'll hit you with that Looney Tunes
You can call us NASA cause we gonna send you to the moon
Up up and away, the Wallah Boys will spray
Yeah we hit you with that shotty - get down on your knees and pray
Got that gun in my pants, make that boy do that dance
Now I've got them in a trance, fuck it, shoot it with my hands

Why they wanna fuck around?
Don't know they know that I'll put these boys in the ground
Make sure none of these boys even make a sound
When I ask my brothers to ride they always down
Why they wanna fuck around?
Don't know they know that I'll put these boys in the ground
Make sure none of these boys even make a sound
When I ask my brothers to ride they always down

We the hottest motherfuckers coming straight out of the city
And you know we won't stop till' we make at least a million
Had a bad bitch blowing up my phone her name was Billie
Fucked a bad bitch, Baz was getting in with Lilly
Got the kilos off the boat, we ready to supply
Push that shit through the city, watch our money multiply
Cause we're flipping bricks, flipping cash
If there's beef we slash and dash
Got a couple brothers down to ride and they're moving packs
Selling packs, selling macs
Got the boys loaded with gats
Pulled up in our AMG's, make your shit look fucking whack
It's the Wallah Boys and we're out here in full force
You want a couple bricks, you can come straight to the source
Bitch fuck a Horse, we ain't a street for our gang
We're a bunch of fucking brothers bleeding for the game
Wallah Boys, we're one in the same
Our opposition - can get one in the brain

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Moey Don't Worry

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