Weil & Winfield

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Matty Butz & Boyd Money

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Shit, them boys is back damnit
Weil and Winfield boys, yeah
What is Riponda?
How do you spell Riponda?
Shit, f*ck you pay me bitch like S
F*ck with me, f*ck with me
F*ck with me, f*ck with me
F*ck with me, f*ck
Yeah, f*ck

Aye, aye, creep through the alley way
Aye, f*ck you pay me bitch like Sally Mae
Aye, bunch of followers I'm Simon Say
Aye, sell that pack sell a dime a day

Slit on a white tee, now that boy ripped
Iron man bank safe boy I feel like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies
Leak your L's on IG live so you gotta see it
Uh, 2012 in Winfield the hoes followed me
Stomp through dorm to swallow me
Before I had a pot to pee in
She got her summer body on a lean diet
All that ass you got, it ain't bought let me get behind it
Bench side, sideline hating getting senile
Then you cross my aisle throwing smiles then you reroute
I see now, I see now

Yeah, broken hearts still on that Weil side
Over Olive tears after all these years you'll still die
From the trail to the frat for the real ride
Off honest jest snatch Sigep bitch for meal time
Talking crossing cross faded cross dressers
It's not the whole line just the few for the message
Bring the calvary to the stoop 'fore we shoot
And I'm not talking snoop but now you're glued to the roof
I'm a dog

Niggas acting like they hard, but they really soft
Criss cross a nigga turn em into apple sauce
No TikTok clocking niggas out, they in the yard
No wristwatch, can't tell what time these niggas really on
Just like Christina, I just want to see some millions
Just like Tina shaking ass, she think she got some buns
I ain't rapping on this track, I'm really having fun
I ain't stopping at the top, I shine bright like the sun
Catch me vibing baby, what's your name? I gotta know
You really thinking you all that, you must be Coolio
All my thoughts be confidential, call me Foolio
You'll never catch me lacking, Nardo who want smoke
Try to tap into my thoughts, see what's on my mind
Niggas lurking in the dark
I'm wilding, I'm spazzing, I'm killing the stage
My ganja be purple, I'm blowing that haze
My music be crack cause that's all that you crave
I'm going all green like the Boston parade
Been master since slave and I'm slaving away
King of the hill and I'm selling propane
Been lighting that gas and my shit be the flame
Fire on fire, that's musical haze
Got music for days
21 blessings
Kush with the lean so I'm not even stressing
My buttons fell off so you can't even press em
No need to impress em, I do this for me

Block button, remove the toxins
Daddy wasn't there put mini-me's up for adoption
You a f*ck boy, strange thing about the Johnson's
Hm, you running out of options
F*ck you gon do

In my face Namastay-ing
Round the way conversating
Group chat finger fading
F*ck you gon do
Nigga I'm a tee staining
Fling taking
Weave claiming
Swing waiting
Please fade me
F*ck you gon do
Nigga

Ah, creep through the alley way
Aye, f*ck you pay me bitch like Sally Mae
Aye, bunch of followers I'm Simon Say
Aye, sell that pack sell a dime a day

So I was fucking this little light skinned bitch the other night
You feel me, Missionary style
And god damnit I was about to buss
And I wanted to buss on her face
And she put the meat in her mouth
And swallowed whole and said
Gulp

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