Lyrics WWYD – Hotboy Wes
I ain’t gotta answer no p**sy a*s questions, so stupid a*s b**ch, stop askin’
What you was doing before this rap s**t b**ch, I was jackin’
What you was doing without this rap s**t, right back trappin’
That’s on my momma and daddy, I was dope fiendin’, I don’t know my daddy
Give me a rider, fly like a carpet like I’m Aladdin
Get on my knees, pray to God, watch over my family
Fresh out the slammer, I got me a hammer, I had to go get me a ratchet
Still with my granny, my uncle was stealin’, I was sticking my dope in a mansion
I drip like a river, I pour me a pitcher, I don’t even need to motherf**kin’ catch it
N**ga, I was down bad, no asking, them bros sellin’ dope with a passion
With a Glock 19, no cappin’, make a n**ga get ghost, no Casper
What you gon’ do with a life bill come b**ch, I’ma get it
What you was on when a n**ga want smoke b**ch, I was drizzlin’
What you gon’ do if your brother get f**ked up b**ch, I’ma split it
Why them n**gas say y’all ain’t outside We in the city
I really don’t do all that internet, I’m ready to spin the net
You snitch on your dog, I ain’t feelin’ that
Pop me a Perc’, now I’m killing that
These n**gas cap, where they drillin’ at
I’m where the roaches, the robbers and dealers at
Stackin’ it up where the ceiling at
Walk with my hand like a silverback
F**k on your ho, then I give her back
N**ga, I give her back
I ain’t gotta answer no p**sy a*s questions, so stupid a*s b**ch, stop askin’
What you was doing before this rap s**t b**ch, I was jackin’
What you was doing without this rap s**t, right back trappin’
That’s on my momma and daddy, I was dope fiendin’, I don’t know my daddy
Give me a rider, fly like a carpet like I’m Aladdin
Get on my knees, pray to God, watch over my family
Fresh out the slammer, I got me a hammer, I had to go get me a ratchet
Still with my granny, my uncle was stealin’, I was sticking my dope in a mansion
He gon’ end up like the last n**ga
Everybody strapped, no Christmas
Tryna put four in the man, n**ga
Puttin’ lil’ bro in a bag, n**ga
Can’t even hit the weed, it’ll squeeze on the last man
You n**ga sad, n**ga
Kiss on a ho, I should gag, n**ga, f**k her, then smack on her ass, n**ga
When it’s beef, smoke, who you gon’ tag, n**ga, but you never strike like a bad b**ch
Jugg like a pipe but it used to be nights when I was down bad on my ass, n**ga
And that’s on my momma, I keep me a n**ga go thumb on a ho and I flash, n**ga
I’m from that water land, I go gorillas like Tarzan
Coupe BG, New Orleans, I’m a big P, no floggin’
Everyday gotta talk me a car bin, ‘fore that p**sy a*s f**k n**ga robbin’
Lamb’ truck with a plush under carpet, street n**ga in the trap watchin’ Martin
Signed a deal, pull up in them ‘partments, booted up on a Perc’, now I’m started
I ain’t gotta answer no p**sy a*s questions, so stupid a*s b**ch, stop askin’
What you was doing before this rap s**t b**ch, I was jackin’
What you was doing without this rap s**t, right back trappin’
That’s on my momma and daddy, I was dope fiendin’, I don’t know my daddy
Give me a rider, fly like a carpet like I’m Aladdin
Get on my knees, pray to God, watch over my family
Fresh out the slammer, I got me a hammer, I had to go get me a ratchet
Still with my granny, my uncle was stealin’, I was sticking my dope in a mansion…
➤ Written by Hotboy Wes & Drvmlord
Produced by Drvmlord
Hotboy Wes | 2023
