Wanted (Intro) ft. Jae.aye.why Lyrics

Negative K, nothing further, just T to K, I'll be out of the corner

Put a switch up on the glide, gotta blaze you bitches

Yeah, tally up the list, nigga, we can miss

In the whip, we took our shit, you would think we made a diss

Nigga, I said this shit once, time for pain, know that shit

Nigga, you hate that bitch, pussy, we didn't skate it in that bitch

I'm off the Andrew Dust, but really, I'm a demon in this bitch

I really can't be touched, I trip without a reason in this bitch

I snuck my Glocky in the club, I get the squeezing in this bitch

I fuck that B right off a perc, I get the tweaking in this bitch

I just put a phone to eliminate, I feel a little lazy

Nigga, all my pockets fat, look like Lil' Brazy

I just left a dealer in a scat, man, I real racy

$10,000 bounty on his back, I feel like Ron Racer

Bitch, I'm sippin' real raw lean, don't need no chase

I be all up in her mouth, feel like Colgate

You pussy niggas trappin' all day, but gettin' no pay

Tell that fat nigga chop that he a bitch and he get no pay

Damn, J, you had to say all that, nigga

Shit

Alright

Now, here I go

This paper in my jean, got a nigga walkin' crazy

This paper in my jean, got a nigga walkin' lazy

I'm over with a bop, you would think I was the baby

I didn't drop the opp, cause the nigga tried to play me

I'm steppin' on these numbers, in this shit like hopscotch

In my Fila Escalades, I can't get a drop top

Say a smoke up in the room, then we can do a hot box

Say a smoke up in the room, then I'm a..

Say a smoke up in the room, my nigga got some weed to roll

Man, my opp so fuckin' lazy, man, I can't even see the room

Yeah, that bitch can block my number, but she won't delete it though

Told that bitch I fucked her mother, bet she won't repeat it though

Bet she won't repeat that shit, I don't need another bitch

Just need a Rollie with the yellow diamond pieces on my wrist

We niggas, I ain't coppin' while y'all niggas leasin' all this shit

We takin' in the game while y'all niggas preachin' all this shit

These niggas lame, boy, I don't like to play

I am not your kind

Got your bitch sittin' on my lap, they callin' her spy

I'm high as hell, and I drunk at 10

I lost track of time

I ain't worried about that vest, bitch, I'm aiming at your mind

Nigga, this a FN

Bullets goin' right through a nigga

I ain't gay, but with this chopper, I'ma screw a nigga

Beat her back down just like a car, she leakin' fluid, nigga

Any nigga runnin' from these bullets is a stupid nigga

Nigga