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lirik lagu we-g wak - bang

[intro]
look, first off, i go by weezy wak (weezy wak), n-gga
and i’m chunkin’ cabbage, you know i throw ’em fat (gerson park)
ride around that west side with the wrong guys at the wrong time
at the wrong stop, that’s the wrong move, it’ll get you whacked
trap-a-holics, what’s happenin’?
it’s the brick squad youngin’, slim dunkin
snap that motherf-cker back
squad (wak)
trap-a-holics, real trap sh-t

[verse 1]
look, first off, i go by weezy wak (weezy wak), n-gga
and i’m chunkin’ cabbage, you know i throw ’em fat (gerson park)
ride around that west side with the wrong guys at the wrong time
at the wrong stop, that’s the wrong move, it’ll get you whacked (b-r-r-r-ap)
real trap sh-t
n-gga, we gerson deep up in this motherf-cker (wak)
lil’ we g trippin’, he stuck the heat up in this motherf-cker (yeah, bro)
don’t look too long, i’m like a beast up in this motherf-cker
you n-ggas lookin’ like meat and i’m about to feast up in this motherf-cker (huh?)
n-gga, ridin’ ’round with that forty glock
you n-ggas ain’t from the west side if you ain’t heard of forty block
you n-ggas be talkin’ like b-tches so now we just countin’ thots
need to chill with all that yappin’
‘fore i find out where you live at and get to clappin’ (bow)
break your block down like a fraction
they like, “that lil’ n-gga be trippin'”
every time n-gga start talkin’ sh-t, he go missin’
and pop up with his neck glistenin’
you know how us wak boys get
when n-ggas start flexin’, get on my jack boy sh-t

[pre-chorus]
look, n-gga, i’m from west side, gerson park bangin’
green rag hangin’, throw the wrong signs and i’m flamin’
hundred rounds up in that drum, i’m still aimin’
what you talkin’, n-gga? put his -ss up in a coffin
’cause i’m from west side, gerson park bangin’
green rag hangin’, throw the wrong signs and i’m flamin’
hundred rounds up in that drum, i’m still aimin’
what you talkin’, n-gga? put his -ss up in a coffin

[chorus]
’cause n-gga i bang, your boy king and no jest
catch me throwin’ ks up on the west
you b-tch n-ggas weren’t raised up on the west
fifty shots, put the coolin’ kit on the tec
you move, bro, you get stretched
’cause n-gga i bang, your boy king and no jest
these n-ggas k!llin’ sh-t for no reason
it’s summertime, so it’s murkin’ season
my dudes be squrtin’ while you fools retreatin’
keep eatin’ and eatin’ and eatin’
’til you see them p-ssies leakin’

’cause n-gga i bang, time to put vegas on the map
’cause n-ggas think it’s just pimpin’ b-tches and rap (no)
it ain’t no need for st-tches, it’s a wrap (b-r-r-r-ap)
these lit n-ggas k!llin’ n-ggas for a rep
but already got a hitman
hit n-ggas and leave ’em leanin’ like a kickstand (bow)
one call then you’re flipped, man
swear all these n-ggas do is hate
but i’m gettin’ cake and these n-ggas fake
and i never leave without the thirty-eight (blow)
big outs to my n-gga quake (what up?)
gettin’ money like an atm
jackin’ and movin’ i f-ck with them n-ggas
so shout out my n-ggas from jtm
thirty round sittin’ in my lap
i’m feelin’ like thirty round mackin’ (mackin’)
all he know is that muscle sh-t
he don’t f-ck with n-ggas that ain’t active (huh?)
but one thing’s for certain
only thing we g wak know about is that gerson
you disrespect and i’m murkin’ n-gga (b-r-r-rap)

[pre-chorus]
’cause n-gga, i’m from west side, gerson park bangin’
green rag hangin’, throw the wrong signs and i’m flamin’
hundred rounds up in that drum, i’m still aimin’
what you talkin’, n-gga? put his -ss up in a coffin
’cause i’m from west side, gerson park bangin’
green rag hangin’, throw the wrong signs and i’m flamin’
hundred rounds up in that drum, i’m still aimin’
what you talkin’, n-gga? put his -ss up in a coffin

[outro]
wak
yeah, mayne, you understand me?
shout out to trap-a-holics mayne
you understand me?
you b-tches

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