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william crooks – wack lyrics

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[intro]
yuh
i’m in the belly of the beast
wrist go yeti, still sweaty in the heat
why you smokin’ reggie in the street?
type of motherf-cker payin’ twenty for a g

[chorus]
boy, you tapped
everybody at this party f-ckin’ wack
i’m about to go home smoke a pack
wash my face, change clothes, take a nap
why’d i even come over?
boy, you tapped (tapped)

everybody at this party f-ckin’ wack
i’m about to go home smoke a pack
wash my face, change clothes, take a nap
why’d i even come over?
boy, you tapped

[verse 1]
stop dm’ing me on twitter (stop, please)
why can’t you just get the picture?
(get it in your head, man)
why the f-ck you want the number to my phone?
(phone’s always dead, man)
leave me alone
i just wanna go home

yeah i got dreams, but i also got games on steam
and while i’d love to stay at this party
while you smoke all my weed
i got sh-t to do (man)
so imma leave
i got sh-t to do (man)
so imma leave
and go home

wrist so cold that i woke up in the snow
b-tch already know that my gang is on go
heard you dropped a rack on an o
heard you dropped a rack on an o? (man)

[chorus]
boy, you tapped
everybody at this party f-ckin’ wack
i’m about to go home smoke a pack
wash my face, change clothes, take a nap
why’d i even come over?
boy, you tapped (tapped)

everybody at this party f-ckin’ wack
i’m about to go home smoke a pack
wash my face, change clothes, take a nap
why’d i even come over?
boy, you tapped (yuh)

[post-chorus]
i’m in the belly of the beast
wrist go yeti, still sweaty in the heat
why you smokin’ reggie in the street? (rocket power)
type of motherf-cker payin’ twenty for a g (twenty for a g?)

[bridge]
everything i talk, i do (talk it up)
everything i talk, i do (talk it)
i can barely run my sh-t (run it)
i can barely run my sh-t (run it)
‘cause ando f-ckin’ took my shoes
(my balenciaga’s)

[verse 2]
barefoot in the club
i’m a pop star (pop star)
you can’t tell me nothin’
‘bout to pop off (pop off)
ridin’ round town with the top off (top off)
ridin’ round town with the top off (top off)

imma get the bag then i drop it off (drop it off)
i’m at ysl, imma cop it all (imma cop it all)
lookin’ like a b-tch tiny pants
big shirt, put in work
imma pop it off

- william crooks lyrics

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