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