wedidit Lyrics

Huh Huh, Glock, ten mill', get 'em Stick, ARP, hit 'em Swap the hoes out, I did 'em Swap the clothes out, I did 'em Raf Simons, Rick O' 005, YVL, bigger than the Big Show I ain't gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know Throw it in sport, this a Range Rove' Bustdown, bustdown, chain go More chains and whips than Django Took his chains, I'm bold Cut her off, I'm cold VVV, woah-woah Yeah, VVVs, woah-woah My pockets deep, uh, like cavities, woah-woah Uh, shoppin' sprees, she like, "Daddy, please" Uh, so fuckin' geeked, I went Vietnamese, uh Got Ken with me, uh, that's Baby G, uh I spread cheese, yeah, yeah, bump his knees, yeah I'm the man to me, fuck what you sayin' to me Money long, centipede Yellowbone, make her tease Told Cam, split that key, both of us done had some seats Hundred cars, it's a fleet, whole gang got SRTs Shawty ate the swag up, it's contagious like a disease (Yeah) Need my swag back, send that cease and decease All-red coupe, huh, I been throwin' up B's Might recruit ya, lil' nigga, sign to me I don't got on no designers, mm, my partner made this shit (Yeah) I made an M before you signed off your first splits (Damn) You hit it first, but she was the first one swiped off the list (Fire, fire) My new coach John Madden, I just sent the blitz (Ha) I know them racks comin', that's why my palms itch The simulation glitched, a young nigga rich Get hit with brass knuckle, got ice all on my fist Don't be like the last sucker, lil' pussy-nigga don't exist (Smack) Pull up— pull up, the Men In Black (Ha) Pull up like Men in Black (Yes, sir) All of my bitches, they fuckin', they comin' right back, back, back Hand me that bitch and I'm runnin', I'm runnin' right through like a running back, yeah I know some hoes who gon' come suck and lay on the gang like a doormat, yeah If you got a problem, then say that, bitch, hold up, say that (Say 5) Strap up my digits, I'm flyin', up in G6, like, I'm on that (I'm on that) She be DMing me, liking my pictures, like she horny (Oh yeah) It's free all my dogs, it's totin' chain gang, they ain't miss a moment (Woah) Yellow diamonds, yeah, canary, we ain't even have to go to Côte d', yeah Teen X done told you, I'll blast at you, crodie I ain't fuckin' bitches raw, your bitch gon' run to toilet, yeah Bitch nigga, get dogged, go in his pockets, she bowlegged (Ha) I shoot at your motherfuckin' dog, lil' bitch (Five), you know that, you know that, you know that My pockets gettin' big like Ross, play with that sauce, fuckin' up my hand She just wanna find my bands, too much sauce, she don't understand She better hide my texts, if she don't, she get beat by her man (Haha, haha) Shut the fuck up, dumbass Freaky-ass bitch gettin' beat up 'bout this shit Huh, Glock, ten mill', get 'em Stick, ARP, hit 'em Swap the hoes out, I did 'em Swap the clothes out, I did 'em Raf Simons, Rick O' 005, YVL (We did it), bigger than the Big Show And I ain't gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know Throw it in sport, this a Range Rove' Bustdown, bustdown, chain go More chains and whips than Django Took his chains, I'm bold Cut her off, I'm cold VVV, woah-woah