sokaiin - wwyd? lyrics
[intro]
uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh
(sokaiin on the track, n+gga)
n+ggas don’t know, hah
what would you do, what would you do
what would you do, what would you—
[pre+chorus]
what would you do if i tag the toe?
huh, had a low blow
.223 come at yo throat
too legit diamonds, a n+gga like me swimming out the shore
n+ggas don’t wanna do chit+chats, wanna get hit with extended mags (boom)
belittle the jigga like f+cking his hoe, i got big hittas, tuck ’em in a bag
[chorus]
what would you do? what you gon’ do?
finding you out like “guess who?”
n+ggas got pressed
boom, boom, boom, shot out the roof
alive in the flesh, i’m on that type of timing (yeah)
serve ’em like chicken, like food (yuh)
i’m in the cut with a culinan (what?)
eating the gas out the hood (huh)
[verse 1]
all matte seats on an xt3
got the balmain jeans, got it all on mе (on me, on me)
pcp finna make mе green
all of these n+ggas they toting, they k!lling me
most of the b+tches, they wanting a little piece (two for two)
getting my bag on amenities
frozen watches, couldn’t tell the time
so it’s out of sight, out of mind
on me, holding triggers ’til i see the light
thought i really played with my life
n+ggas said i woulda missed her
i don’t give a f+ck, but a n+gga might
f+ck for the f+cks, double my cup
double my chances to float with the runts
couple of bands on me, twerk for lil’ sum
come get yo’ whole mans, oh, he up and he stuck
[verse 2]
bet it on vetements, lawyer up
spending it off of my settlements
goyard my duff
flexing, impressing them
deadeye, they itching their head
redeye, step with a motherf+cking fn
finna tie+dye a n+gga, presume he dead
now the feds on my head, i ain’t take no cred
evidence on this tooly got torn to shreds
out with the hollows, i take out the lead
tomorrow, i’m finna go shake her bed (yeah, yeah)
don’t really know what’s the issue
you can’t take a joke, i was f+cking with you (t’was a joke)
f+ck the joke, pay my venue
make you choke, n+gga, i’m outselling you
[chorus]
what would you do? what you gon’ do?
finding you out like “guess who?”
n+ggas got pressed
boom, boom, boom, shot out the roof
alive in the flesh, i’m on that type of timing (yeah)
serve ’em like chicken, like food (yuh)
i’m in the cut with a cullinan (what?)
eating the gas out the hood (huh)
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