Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell 'em we can get lit
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit
Vibration on my phone got no calls
You not even in my zone, you so gone
If she get wet you know we soak em
If she get wet you know the bros on
Free smoke, whoever do deserve it
I rap on beat and that’s on purpose
You rap on flaccid, boy yo shit soft
You think you tough oh no boy not at all
Mission you missed it we was lit cuz
We stay ten toes down when they lick us
Give me ten toes, I want a whole foot
She want that paper send the whole book
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit
Dome up in the backseat
Hit the backstreets
Bitches think i’m fat-free
Try to catch me
Crumbs up on my rap sheet
Fuck the last beat
Trynna get this shmoney so I put the drama lastly
My tone rise above my skin tone
We in the future way we spray chrome
I’m way too ill and I been patient
I took no l’s when I was latent
Flex with the threads without a header
I got the length y’all cannot measure
I got the heat it’s like the oven
You got a problem see my cousins
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit
Wand got that magic
It can get tragic
If you want static tell em
“Hold on change the channel, man”
Y’all rocking flannels
We rocking rags
But I pop more shit then I be popping my tags
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit
Wand on my hip
Make yo hoe dip
If she get sick, tell em we can get lit