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retch - wild as fuck lyrics

[intro]
aye tell frankie to bring the lavender and tony on his way upstairs with the lampshade
heir gang, fast money
for my delinquents and m-th-f-ckin’ degenerates
like

[verse 1]
smoking some sess, getting some neck
feeling some n-ggas that owe me a check
b-tch it’s the mafia, show some respect
bucket hat boys and we all in your set
cozy -ss boys and we all in your fridge
give her some d-ck, yeah, i’m all in her ribs
b-tch said i’m hot, got me feeling like mims
smoking a ‘port, relaxing my limbs
b-tch look good and she driving a benz
b-tch likes me, but she don’t like my friends
ain’t say what’s up when them n-ggas hopped in
told her that’s my mans, know we mans ’til the end
and a couple of my n-ggas they be anti-social
long-term engagement got them anti-vocal
young immortal, skin is acapulco
went nation wide, but i still be local
f-cking different chocho in my vintage polo
mixing different drugs and bag it up with yolo
dropping xans in my dixie solo
and this b-tch been drinking and she sniffing coco
can’t front i might’ve did a bump
but i’m still a teen, i’m still growing up
and my mom think i don’t give a f-ck
h-ll yeah she right, i don’t give a f-ck
cause i’m driving drunk, yeah i’m liquored up
and my l suspended, but i try my luck
and i’m smoking weed and that’s to the face
and not to mention got a open case
and i’m riding ’round with a open case
whole garden, sh-t is great
smoking blunts and they codeine laced
n-ggas say i’m tripping i just tell ’em i’m based

[hook x2]
i’m just wild as f-ck
my mom always tell me that i’m wild as f-ck
my grandma tell me that i’m wild as f-ck
and all the n-ggas that i run with wild as f-ck
and all the b-tches that i f-ck they be wild as f-ck
throw your middle fingers up if you wild as f-ck
doing all these drugs, feeling wild as f-ck
throw your middle fingers up if you wild as f-ck

[verse 2]
‘lo to my socks, smoking some pot
been in the hills, but i’m still from the block
n-ggas forgetting, they act like i’m not
’til one of these p-ssy -ss n-ggas get shot
like i wasn’t on the strip moving that rock
like i ain’t used to run into school with the pot
like a n-gga don’t got hoes working off the clock
bust in her -ss, abusing her tw-t
wiling’ back when i had a skateboard
l!ck live, we take yours
x on the floor like claymores
sold two, but i ate four
rolling hard, rolling hard
smoke so much weed up in the garage
but i keep feeling like i beat the odds
i’m only nineteen, i’m like a f-cking star
in a foreign car with a foreign broad
out in california feel like f-cking god
skinny n-gga, but i’m living large
got a pack of cigars and a full jar
and i be driving faster than allowed n-gga
my b-tch rolling that loud n-gga
puffing potent, i’m proud n-gga
retchy porter, young wild n-gga

[hook x2]

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