Bam Deuce - Wya (feat. Tdot2oppy & Bando G) Lyrics

I fill up my cup
Puffin a blee ha
Know wassup
Move wok
I detox
Merch I don't
Duck
Move first
Make beef hot
Huh
Send
That addy he get got
2s up
Duffin
Jaws come n get
Niggas b Buffin balls
Movin zesty
Parlay
Inna
N gettin deady
Get ya Besties
Then ya gotta
Cuz I gotta skate
Kartier calling
N I'm running late
Gotta fill up my
Pockets
Dub fun
Any day
Get some bread
Coming back home
Shlappin cake
Uh
Throw it back for da queso
Dissin the rillas
In raps
Shit fuego
Outside stompin blocks
Like Diego

Like where the f*ck do ya be
I'm on they side tryna drop And MB
And we up ina loop tell 'em come spin
Call up kp tryna flick at a ski
It's a Three man glide when we bend thru they pzz !
Might spin with a baddie flocking out the v
Ya throw at the back board thinking it was me
I could never be lacking ya could come And see
Glahh
Spin And click until somebody bleeding
Nigga thought i was lacking but i peep em
Bam ina cut And you know dat he
Creeping
Calling up bando yk dats the Demon
Shots to his chest leave dat nigga wheezing
Caught me a Eweee leave dat nigga bleeding

If he run then the laser gon chase him
Said he trend so I'm flockin a blazer
Rolling up markie
I smoke him in paper to many knocks something gotta beam
We ain't doin no wrestling Becky could speak
Two rights and a left is all we really need
We cuttin them corners walkin through the pzz
He keep talkin hot he'll end up in a splizz
You dirty lil niggas really is some fiends
I'd make y'all mother lick me on her knees
111 be the lands we movin as a team

Ddot got stomped for thinkin shit was sweet
Gbaby caught one and thought that we ain't peep
Still free pimmy makks is gettin beat
We breakin up party's f*ck a Three man weave