Yadi Sixx - WTF

Yadi
How you tryna fuck wit a boss
You ain't got no bag
Poppin' no tags
It's giving bum nigga
Going out sad
Calling my phone
Bitch you mad
You ain't got no rap?
You ain't got no racks
New nigga take me to
Neiman and Saks
Can't compete?
That's just that
Gave you a chance
And you blew it like gas
They love me like drugs
And addiction and shit
You looking so dumb
Jealous and shit
Claiming I'm choosing
You're just not the pick
Not on my level and shit
Tell me who sent you
I swear you a opp
You a informer
You cool with the cops
Bitch go downtown
Don't come on the block
It's '22 you still punching that clock
Bitch you got me fucked up
You so worried bout me
Worry bout the cash
Bitch you need to boss up
I'm laughing to the bank
They pocket watchey
Envy me like
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
They pocket watchey
Envy me like
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
How you tryna walk wit a boss
Talk wit a boss
Why you here?
Are you lost?
Do you just wanna get tossed?
Step to a baller and you
Pay the cost
You be a loser
I be the boss
Chop in the car like Ricky Ross
I'm bad ass
Set it off
Melt ya brain
Eat it all
You don't understand
I go insane
I been tweaking
As of late
Eat ya heart out
If you play
I been vampin'
Everyday
Do you wanna be my prey
Pretty bitch with killer ways
Bitch can you just get tf away
Get the fuck out my face
Bitch you got me fucked up
You so worried bout me
Worry bout the cash
Bitch you need to boss up
I'm laughing to the bank
They pocket watchey
Envy me like
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
They pocket watchey
Envy me like
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
Yea
Bitches wanna be watching my pockets
Bitches watching my instagram
Watching all my moves
Watching everything I do
But it's only one me the fuck

Written by:
Cecilia-Yadira Markland

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