Sam Ryan - WET Lyrics

F*ck you little bitch I'm in my bag
Might run up a check on your ass but won't pop a tag
Dripping man I flex on your ass then I hit the lab
I ain't talkin' studios doggy I'm talkin'
Never been sober I'm smokin' kill
I just took a perc with an addy I'm popping pills
Magic carpet feel like Aladdin I need a seal
I might go and tickle a dragon, kick it for real, damn
F*ck you little bitch I'm on a wave
Play with me your momma gon' have to pick out a grave
I don't need the drama I'm drumming out with the K
Hotter than Bahama the spot goin up for days
I don't need a grip I need a rail
Wrapping up the package and shipping it thru the mail
Way above average man I'm wishing them well
I got the advantages like I'm king of the hill, ill

I heard you smoke wet
Got my foot on your neck
Better show some respect
Before you get your ass, wet

I been dreaming of bags I need them zipped up man
I been scheming on free packs and brinks trucks man
Need a Louie V bag I need a mink cuff
I need two or three bands just to link up
Too much firepower, you might need a flamethrower
You better not try to shower, we come in it's game over
I wait 'til the right hour, just a little layover
Always been a night owl, so we got all day homie
Hope we don't cross paths, my shit don't ricochet
I'm looking out for your ass, I got plenty of ways
I got drama en mass, I need a drum on the K
I been poppin' them tags, it's no roulette that I play
I got straps in the bag, I keep a grip in the safe
I cut the coca in half, could barely call the shit yay
I'll probably have the last laugh, your ass turn into prey

I heard you smoke wet
Got my foot on your neck
Better show some respect
Before you get your ass, wet