Wa-ah
Wy-ah

Wa-ah
Wy-ah

Wy-ah
Say you gettin’ money pants on fire
Hit the curb & scratch the tire
Roll up a 3.5 mix it with grabba 
I could show you my feelings 
It just won’t matter
Bae
I fucked you better yea when i had ya
Dang
She gave me sloppy yea she a gagger
Niggas turn to backstabba’s
They like keel you mad dapper

You talk crazy i’m gon’ slap you
I go brazy i won’t cap you
Cop try tase me fuck round pack you
Bitch gon’ crazy think i’ll mack you
You gone lazy i run pass you
Patrick Swayze how they act too
What you claimin’ bro might ask you
Huah

What’s the dell though
This bitch ask me for a gucci mink
Just go to hell bro
this nigga just tryna work for free 
Yea that’s a hell no
All that passin’ shit won’t work for me
Can’t hit my rello 
Bro got locked up on that first degree 
I get his bail though

Free all mine out that jail though
Bro still got za for sale though
That pack just hit my mail hoe
Yea
That pack just hit my mail again
Take one puff then inhale again
He told one time he’ll tell again

Wy-ah
Say you gettin’ money pants on fire
Hit the curb & scratch the tire
Roll up a 3.5 mix it with grabba 
I could show you my feelings 
It just won’t matter
Bae
I fucked you better yea when i had ya
Dang
She gave me sloppy yea she a gagger
Niggas turn to backstabba’s
They like keel you mad dapper

backstabba (prod. tricksterr x gateway x caiburns)

Lil Keel