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letra de $hake weight - aka wuzi

[intro]
i’m off the wall like vans or pettis vs…
foreign car, kinda fast, kinda
kinda fast, kinda

[verse 1]
aye
foreign car, kinda fast, kinda furious
george who? this banana clip is curious
out the window of the camry on 58
watch ya tires shake, hit the median and levitate
i’m off the wall like vans or pettis vs henderson
my girl not a dime, she a blue face benjamin (blueface baby)
late store run, pink fur slippers, call me, b
but won’t go like chinx cause i’m shooting out the panny
plus i gotta feed my family so i’m filling up the pantry
bark at me and my dawg catch you, jarvis landry
july baby so you know i need my stars and stripes
you ain’t make the cut past the summer, get them ankles right
they say i’m humble, til it’s time to rumble
i might have to go get the bongos and drum ya
or hit you at 7 steps, bang, eli dunne you
drop it and run you cause we came to son you
pull up on your block with the abrams, it’s mayhem
i’m a new york fan, you know i’m tanking sh-t
got the glocky with me down in florida when i’m ganking sh-t
broski on my six so
ain’t no flanking sh-t
wuzi credit union, stacking and i’m banking sh-t
triple frontier, house full of the bread
reply to me but leave you on read
fell asleep after work, my ex shorty jordy thought i was dead (all caps, im sorry)
[verse 2]
that my drip so lightweight, miscellaneous
and your girl told me to come bust
i’m spontaneous
stay dangerous
if jflew come through with the scar, bro leave ya ass sanious
and i don’t need a gucci belt cause i be rockin’ shoelace
or the off-white strap wrapped around my waist
but blue balenciagas, dawg, that ain’t really my taste
cause i just need the air force ones
ain’t no runway
maybe one day i’ll be clubbing, popping bottles
but i’m tryna get my money looking like i won the lotto
on the top floor, 5 star, chillin with a model
got a plate full of grapes, sun melting my gelato
i’m the man, you don’t get it, that’s the motto
shooting out the panamera at ya’ silverado
sk make a melody, call it pizzicato how i’m plucking off your strings
ain’t no semi, fully auto
do the dash
i’m black and out like i downed a henny bottle
twist wrist, the kx slide (i’m full throttle)
twist wrist, the yz slide, i’m full throttle
i don’t move weight, i hold my own
i won’t topple
that bullsh-t like girlfriend (what?)
b-tch, miss me
you can’t be my brudda, you was tryna’ sl!ck diss me
the great die young, been messed up since nipsey
but been ballin’ ballin’ like hoop summit nowitzki
i’m obj if he took marcus ball’s baseball bat
access the situation with the prowess of a puma cat
and if you ever get one over on me, ima give you that
but if your home base get slid on, ain’t no striking back
teach that boy a lesson, yeah i think he need a tutor
had to to school ’em, wreck em, when he stepped off the commuter
judge threw the case out, said ain’t no prosecutor
all my shooters dressed in all black
call me lisa bluder
[outro]
ballin’, ballin’ like hoop summit nowitzki
it’s wuzi, duh

- aka wuzi

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