Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon' say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Look at me
Picture me rolling in denim jeans
Straight with the 'pesh', yeah, by any means
Late nights, dawg, like it's Letterman
Late to the function, let her in
Now we just blaw, then we let it ring
I don't trust you, unless you kin
But I trust you if you bring a friend
Change up the rhetoric
Say you got big balls, I got a bigger dick
Niggas so childish with a big mouth, like it's big mouth
Swear to god, swear to god, swear to god
Aye
Look at me
How you gon' flex with 'chiney' jeans
How you gon' flex with fifty g's
Maxed out credit card, NBD
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting, but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Not a problem for me if she thick
I can't show em my cards, tell these boys go to fish
I would die for my mama, don't care bout no chick
I keep bills on my mind, open gates for the whip
Real talk bruh, look at me
Anytime we have a party they be coming in
We gon' win by a stretch like a limousine
How you got no tings out in overseas
Young Dri got drip like a coral reef
Oh shit, yeah
Girls say yes cuz they know me yeah
Real dudes open doors being low-key, yeah
Peng ting on my line she don't know me, yeah
Look at me
How they gon' ask for the recipe
And I got more waves than the seven seas
When they really moving fake say it, what you mean?
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu Mean (feat. L3p, Mirz & Dri) Video (MV)
Performed By: Producerdlo
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Adrien Francis, Joe-L Joseph, Mackel Etienne, Mackel Ettienne
Producerdlo - Wachu Mean (feat. L3p, Mirz & Dri) Lyrics
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Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon' say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Look at me
Picture me rolling in denim jeans
Straight with the 'pesh', yeah, by any means
Late nights, dawg, like it's Letterman
Late to the function, let her in
Now we just blaw, then we let it ring
I don't trust you, unless you kin
But I trust you if you bring a friend
Change up the rhetoric
Say you got big balls, I got a bigger dick
Niggas so childish with a big mouth, like it's big mouth
Swear to god, swear to god, swear to god
Aye
Look at me
How you gon' flex with 'chiney' jeans
How you gon' flex with fifty g's
Maxed out credit card, NBD
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting, but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Not a problem for me if she thick
I can't show em my cards, tell these boys go to fish
I would die for my mama, don't care bout no chick
I keep bills on my mind, open gates for the whip
Real talk bruh, look at me
Anytime we have a party they be coming in
We gon' win by a stretch like a limousine
How you got no tings out in overseas
Young Dri got drip like a coral reef
Oh shit, yeah
Girls say yes cuz they know me yeah
Real dudes open doors being low-key, yeah
Peng ting on my line she don't know me, yeah
Look at me
How they gon' ask for the recipe
And I got more waves than the seven seas
When they really moving fake say it, what you mean?
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon' say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Look at me
Picture me rolling in denim jeans
Straight with the 'pesh', yeah, by any means
Late nights, dawg, like it's Letterman
Late to the function, let her in
Now we just blaw, then we let it ring
I don't trust you, unless you kin
But I trust you if you bring a friend
Change up the rhetoric
Say you got big balls, I got a bigger dick
Niggas so childish with a big mouth, like it's big mouth
Swear to god, swear to god, swear to god
Aye
Look at me
How you gon' flex with 'chiney' jeans
How you gon' flex with fifty g's
Maxed out credit card, NBD
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting, but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Not a problem for me if she thick
I can't show em my cards, tell these boys go to fish
I would die for my mama, don't care bout no chick
I keep bills on my mind, open gates for the whip
Real talk bruh, look at me
Anytime we have a party they be coming in
We gon' win by a stretch like a limousine
How you got no tings out in overseas
Young Dri got drip like a coral reef
Oh shit, yeah
Girls say yes cuz they know me yeah
Real dudes open doors being low-key, yeah
Peng ting on my line she don't know me, yeah
Look at me
How they gon' ask for the recipe
And I got more waves than the seven seas
When they really moving fake say it, what you mean?
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
Wachu' mean
How you say you dance, but you don't lean
How you gon' move like a dope fiend
How you do drugs, but you OD
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Wachu' mean
How you gon say you a OG
But you don't buy by the OZ
Call a ting your ting but she 'pozay'
Wachu' mean, wachu' mean
Yeah
Writer: Adrien Francis, Joe-L Joseph, Mackel Etienne, Mackel Ettienne
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid