Weil & Winfield

Shit, them boys is back damnit Weil and Winfield boys, yeah What is Riponda? How do you spell Riponda? Shit, fuck you pay me bitch like S Fuck with me, fuck with me Fuck with me, fuck with me Fuck with me, fuck Yeah, fuck Aye, aye, creep through the alley way Aye, fuck 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 fuck boy, strange thing about the Johnson's Hm, you running out of options Fuck you gon do In my face Namastay-ing Round the way conversating Group chat finger fading Fuck you gon do Nigga I'm a tee staining Fling taking Weave claiming Swing waiting Please fade me Fuck you gon do Nigga Ah, creep through the alley way Aye, fuck 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