letra de wya - keagan hoffman
[verse: d0llywood1]
where were these n-ggas at?
thought they was my brothers, said you will have my back, ay
got you a custom but why the f-ck you tax?
sneak out with a cheese, put that n-gga in a chop, ay
shooters in the tris, we gonna always find the rat, ay
thought you was my clique, i taught you n-ggas how to rap, ay
all these diamonds custom, miss none, a n-gga clapped, ay
i won’t want you b-tch cause all you n-gga clapped, ay
hop out the whip, put on my mask on, i’m moving tac, ay
you ain’t with the gang, you need a molly to do that, ay
spreading all those rumors, tell that n-gga to don’t do that, ay
ask for my id, i can’t do that my wallet fat, ay
i s o l a t e so i can’t take a sat, ay
i smoke way too much gas, you n-ggas smoking black stains
copy and paste the f-cking swag, and that sh-t is facts, ay
i can’t move too f-cking fast, b-tch i’m sipping act, ay
[hook: d0llywood1]
where they at, where them n-ggas at?
i thought they was beefing
n-gga beefing on the app
n-ggas try to tеst me, take this chopper and i’m back
usеd to f-ck these b-tches, i can never be a simp
i teach all these n-ggas b-tch i feel like shopping saks
i feel less faithful, take these n-ggas off the map
i don’t give a f-cking f-ck, i don’t give a cr-p
i thought they was chillin, where the f-ck these n-ggas at
[verse: keagan hoffman]
yeah i pull up with 2 sticks got my bands with my b-tch
i can’t find the people yeah that was talking sh-t
no where to be seen, missing person on the scene
drinking all these leans, yeah, spill this on my jeans, yeah
and my glock got a beam, yeah, shoot like a machine
i’m angel or devil there’s no in between
i keep 100, they think that is mean
i just keep real, come on f-ck how you feel
[bridge keagan hoffman]
yeah i pull up with 2 sticks, got my bands with my b-tch
yeah i pull up with 2 sticks, got my bands with my b-tch
pull up to the function with some drugs in my nose
what the f-ck you know about my struggles and my goals
you don’t know sh-t, everything’s a myth
believe you what want, they be hating on a kid
they some little b-tch and that’s just how it is
you can’t change the fact, that’s just how it is
[hook: d0llywood1]
where they at, where them n-ggas at?
i thought they was beefing
n-gga beefing on the app
n-ggas try to test me, take this chopper and i’m back
used to f-ck these b-tches, i can never be a simp
i teach all these n-ggas b-tch i feel like shopping saks
i feel less faithful, take these n-ggas off the map
i don’t give a f-cking f-ck, i don’t give a cr-p
i thought they was chillin, where the f-ck these n-ggas at
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