wyo chi - so called lyrics
[intro]
yea, yea
n+ggas know what the f+ck it is
n+gga we steppin’
[chorus]
we gon’ run it up
we don’t really give no f+cks (we don’t)
pull up to the club
our so+called opps looking stuck (they scared)
all that dissin’ you was talkin’
these n+ggas still ain’t did sh+t (they didn’t)
till we pop out on his block
and have him runnin’ forest gump
[verse]
don’t trip before when we hop out
cause n+gga, we gonna dump
y’all like dissin’ on a gram
we just gonna turn y’all into runs (yeah)
we like droppin’ sh+t for fun
if i send ’em, they’ll get it done
you ain’t even got time to run (no)
where the f+ck you had you’re gun (dummy)
that’s why i keep my pool (yea)
last n+gga, dissin’ on the gang, we left him froze (froze)
talking ’bout these b+tches, we don’t hit these b+tches [?] (they is)
let’s talk about these fish, we got a lot (fosho)
can’t wait to pop out, hop out, we gon’ drop sh+t on our opps
got the loot from the study, now we camp outside the spot (okay)
wait for a n+gga to slip up, we gone had to drop
after that we had to stew, i might just sip up poar wacky
i ain’t sippin’ not no trash, so no [?] only wacky
[chorus]
we gon’ run it up
we don’t really give no f+cks (nah)
pull up to the club
our so+called opps looking stuck
all that dissin’ you was talkin’
these n+ggas still ain’t did sh+t (they ain’t)
till we pop out on his block
and have him runnin’ forest gump (where you goin?)
we gon’ run it up
we don’t really give no f+cks (we don’t)
pull up to the club
our so+called opps looking stuck (they scared)
all that dissin’ you was talkin’
these n+ggas still ain’t did sh+t (they didn’t)
till we pop out on his block
and have him runnin’ forest gump
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