wifi - red & blue lyrics
[intro]
(aye cgm where you at?)
(arena)
(hxllxw, i hate you)
[chorus: wifi]
yeah, yeah
buy a b+tch a prada bag
in the h+llcat, f+ck a jag’
why he goin’ out sad?
it ain’t hard to feel the [?]
get in this tesla, goin’ too fast
took her to the island’s, flyin’ first class
boy actin’ stupid, actin’ too fed
twin lets f+ck it up, lets get a lil’ bag
you can’t never catch me no lack
yeah them soldiers ’bout on that ass
he talkin crazy but he passive
actually livin’ the [?]
[verse 1: wifi]
girl we in that tesla, drive that b+tch
he ain’t shootin’ sh+t with that dry ass stick
yeah, yeah+yeah+yeah, when i’m in the o’ i feel like wick
h+llcat ain’t automatic, yeah, i’m drivin’ a stick
percocet in my cup smell dry as sh+t
offa them blue+blue+blue’s, yeah, i’m as high as a b+tch
[?] on my roof we fly as sh+t
all my soldier’s cary a tool like mechanics and sh+t
[chorus: wifi]
yeah, yeah
buy a b+tch a prada bag
in the h+llcat, f+ck a jag’
why he goin’ out sad?
it ain’t hard to feel the [?]
get in this tesla, goin’ too fast
took her to the island’s, flyin’ first class
boy actin’ stupid, actin’ too fed
twin lets f+ck it up, lets get a lil’ bag
you can’t never catch me no lack
yeah them soldiers ’bout on that ass
he talkin crazy but he passive
actually livin’ the [?]
[verse 2: izaya tiji]
i have that glock on me right now, can’t go out sad
finna hit the a’, finna hit lenox, and yeah go pop some tags, yeah
[refrain]
got some money, they mad, yeah
got some money, they mad, yeah
got some money, they mad, yeah
got some money, they mad, yeah
[verse 3: izaya tiji]
yeah, shooters they hop out the rolls
smokin’ on opps, smokin’ on bowls (uh+huh)
yeah, i like them vv’s on the choker (uh+huh)
it don’t take a lot to make n+ggas float
yeah, opp ass n+ggas they doomed, choppa it came with a broom
we toting them flags they already know
and he want some of the money i think he a joke
ain’t no rapper sh+t, we get ya’ knocked off, popped off quick (yeah)
crack that b+tch down like a taco, drac’ on macho, bust that b+tch (yeah)
i need a h+llcat move too quick
and she want me to bust on her tits (yeah)
you can’t never catch me on no lack
n+gga in my dm’s but he ain’t on sh+t
strivin’ for a tes’ and he strivin’ for a jag’
strive for a b+tch but i strive for a bag
talkin’ ’bout money now he all laggy
lets go hit up saks
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