Outta Luck (feat. Wafer)
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Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough Tell that lil boy he pussy, he ain't want no war with us We ain't scared to hit you up, play around we f*ck you up Like four leaf clover, you be lucky but you running out of luck Promise we gone f*ck you up Bitch you capping way too much Hit you fast, then press gas, when we hop inside the truck Mask on, gloves on, yeah we fully suited up You may be fast, you ain't faster than the bullets in my gun Ain't no holding back I'm playing quarterback You better watch you fucking back Drop the lo, where you at Damn you really made me mad Acting tough don't make you bad I'ma put you in a bag I'ma break your fucking legs Wanna run I'll leave you stretched Who's next? Oh damn I made a mess Oh well and I did it, all by myself You could send the rest, I got my niggas in the back They gone fall in line when they put your guys to rest Wavell gang Wavell gang, what Wavell gang, what Wavell gang, what Wavell gang Wavell gang, what Wavell gang Wavell gang Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough Tell that lil boy he pussy, he ain't want no war with us We ain't scared to hit you up, play around we f*ck you up Like four leaf clover, you be lucky but you running out of luck Promise we gone f*ck you up Bitch you capping way too much Hit you fast, then press gas, when we hop inside the truck Mask on, gloves on, yeah we fully suited up You may be fast, you ain't faster than the bullets in my gun Speak up, what you say Watch your tone around the gang Never hesitate to bang Know we wild and we insane Bitch it's 1k, I'm too paid I'm so high, it's like I'm faded From the bottom but upgraded and I know that they be hating in the zone Come to take the throne First we hit your dome Make your body drop, from this headshot, we send you home We ain't playing, we don't joke And I hope you taking notes Got you begging and you wheezing, this gun smoke gone make you choke Grab my phone, call up Chopz, say we coming for them choppers Call up Swervo, call up Ten Cause it's time to rob these robbers Spin your block, hit you with these shots and run you off the corner Rob your ass, get them duffle bags And full them up with dollars Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough Tell that lil boy he pussy, he ain't want no war with us We ain't scared to hit you up, play around we f*ck you up Like four leaf clover, you be lucky but you running out of luck Promise we gone f*ck you up Bitch you capping way too much Hit you fast, then press gas, when we hop inside the truck Mask on, gloves on, yeah we fully suited up You may be fast, you ain't faster than the bullets in my gun
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Written by: Delanini Woodall, Zachary Waithe
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