WATERBOYZ

(album: GHETTO GODS - 2022)

What's up man? (What's up man?)
What's up gang? (What's up gang?)
We getting this money (We getting this money)
And fucking this fame (And fuck this fame)
I'm trapping this water (I'm trapping this water)
I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)

Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed
Most likely took your money doing something I believe
Most likely put the city on my back it ain't a V
Most likely got the people going crazy overseas

I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus)
I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep)
I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (In the Mercury)
Push the three hundred, like the Bentley
Niggas ain't nothing, if they ain't with me
Yeah-yeah, set up the future for my Ms, this shit ain't cheap
I was a dirty, dirty game, but bitch, I know you better not cheat
Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I want, gold on my feet
Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek
See, coochies pop coochies for Gucci
And models will swallow for Prada
But bitch, I don't even want that shit
If I feel like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this

What's up man? (What's up man?)
What's up gang? (What's up gang?)
We getting this money (We getting this money)
And fucking this fame (And fuck this fame)
I'm trapping this water (I'm trapping this water)
I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)

What up kinfolk? What up twin?
What the hell they say happened to Tim?
Man, I heard he got locked up again
I been meaning to talk to him
And say the streets don't play no games
So pray for safety
All he gon' say is, "Okay-okay"
But he steady banging like the 808s
Say your boy is breaking the bank
I should hire my boy on a day-to-day
That's the way he could stay out the way
Sanitation, we stay out the wastes
Sunset, he wanna stay at the one
Get a woman, run away to L.A. where the devils waiting
And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci
And robbers be robbing the robbers
I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died
I took a flight and I took a drive
Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said

What's up man? (What's up man?)
What's up gang? (What's up gang?)
We getting this money (We getting this money)
And fucking this fame (And fuck this fame)
I'm trapping this water (I'm trapping this water)
I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)

Boy, you look thirsty
Shit, a nigga been working
Shit, a nigga been hustling
Shit, a nigga been hurting
Shit, a nigga been stroking, bitches been squirting
My flow pulling out, the opposite of early
Nigga been wiping up dookie and burping
I was with the toolie right on my person
I be on southside swerving, going like a fly route
Moms on the grind, going hard like I'm her child
Pop set the bar with the Yak in the car
When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now
Fucking on the thot, and she give the best top, wow
Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow
Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drowning
And her grandmomma got found at the water fountain
Riding 'round with the 5% tint on the Crown Vic
G's move in silence
I can make moves and announce it
See an opportunity and pounce it
You at the red light surrounded
Better go 'head with the clout shit
You gon' regret when you doubted
You know you left when we was down bad sleeping on couches
Hah, should've fucked around and found out

What's up man? (What's up man?)
What's up gang? (What's up gang?)
We getting this money (We getting this money)
And fucking this fame (And fuck this fame)
I'm trapping this water (Trapping this water)
I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)

Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed
Most likely took your money doing something I believe
Most likely put the city on my back it ain't a V
Most likely got the people going crazy overseas

Yeah, me, I been laying low
Peeping this shit from a distance
And checking this chicken, no GMO
These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playing poor
Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic
Whole lot of homes
And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already
I'm general sell high, niggas is breaded
I'm getting it now and shit is pathetic
They only respect when you talking your shit
I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn
But today, look, I'm honking this bitch
No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season
If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself looking at me
Then you're stargazing
Don't be dapping with me if your heart shaking
Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches
There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician
I think I might enter the draft the way I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons
Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no
Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold
They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote
That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes
I know a young man wanna stand on my throat
But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro
But bro got a long way to go
If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole

What's up man? (What's up man?)
What's up gang? (What's up gang?)
We getting this money (We getting this money)
And fucking this fame (And fuck this fame)
I'm trapping this water (I'm trapping this water)
I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake)
Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar)
Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break)