ybt – feel like wayne lyrics
[intro]
let’s go
y’all know that i go crazy every time, n+gga (noan, you paid, boy)
you know what the f+ck goin’ on
[verse 1]
yeah, n+ggas change, but i swear this glizzy stay the same
i got tattoos on my body and my face, i feel like wayne (weezy)
yeah, pull up on that block and wet sh+t up, it look like rain (fah)
ayy, young n+gga get you twenty k, you can get johnny dangs (ice)
uh, free lil tony and paco, they need to free the gang
ayy, i been on the trail blazin’, b+tch, i feel like, d+mn (yeah)
yeah, “block hot”, remember i dropped that, they went insane
ayy, brodie put a b+tton on the glock, now it’s a hurricane (yeah)
yeah, b+tch, it’s time to spin, n+gga, ayy, come get in, n+gga (what?)
yeah, you ain’t gang, n+gga, huh, you can’t gеt in, n+gga
i stay strapped up with my pistol, do a walkdown with a six (shh)
n+gga did that sh+t and died, eithеr way they was gon’ get ya (bruh)
yeah, i don’t know why these n+ggas doin’ all that trollin’ (why?)
yeah, i don’t know how these street n+ggas steady foldin’ (how?)
yeah, dead opps, bro ‘nem say them n+ggas still smokin’
we gon’ separate your head from your neck, semicolon (get in, n+gga)
[interlude]
ayy, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up right quick (what the h+ll goin’ on, gang?)
i know that ain’t one of them n+ggas who is dissin’ on bro, n+gga, huh (i know that i ain’t them)
tss, okay, let’s get right
get up close (say that)
know what time it is, yeah (six)
[verse 2]
ayy, vrrt
we gon’ switch the whip, brrt
b+tch, you know that sound, you better duck before you get the smrrt
ayy, b+tch, you get smushed (yeah)
yeah, in the club a n+gga bound to die if i get pushed (crip)
ayy, yeah, so don’t push
yb’ six to the edge
b+tch, i’m crazy and i’m paranoid, but, n+gga, i ain’t scared
i could’ve dropped them racks, but i wanted do the hit instead
i wanna hit somethin’ in the head
i wanna knock somethin’ to the ground, this be the last n+gga that he stared (yeah)
we make the opp hoes suck d+ck, they crackin’ the fours and givin’ us los (yeah)
yeah, spent ten racks on clothes i don’t wear no more, n+gga, that sh+t old (no cap)
ayy, everything around my neck baguette, it look like on froze
yeah, out in l.a., i’m with rich swervin’ in a rolls (yeah, swervin’ in a rolls, n+gga)
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