Wemby versuri

Wemby lyrics by Chuckyy

Intro
Where the fuck would you niggas be without me? For real
These niggas copy my swag, everything
No bap, I’d fuck me too
Money manVerse
What would 224 mean without Chuckyy? Niggas wouldn’t have rap deals
Maneski text my phone, like you the goat, you just stopped him from rapping (Go)
He must think this shit a game, I’m not scared ‘bout none of the doubt shit
But you know I am not goin’, I got money and I’m crashin’
I will not set no damn bounty, all my niggas hundred downers
He must be smokin’ that meth shit, I think his mind fuckin’ clouded
Somebody please tell ‘em shake back, we got choppers, go through BPs
My pockеts overly crippin’ and my book bag got all seaweed
And by seaweed, I mеan twenties, I only gone through the Franklins
I ain’t gon’ play with no rap nigga, on Fred grave, watch how we spank ‘em
For no bitch like 49ers’ quarterback, watch how they chase ‘em
I get fresh, don’t get no line up, ain’t no point my dreads keep swinging
I got on mismatched designer, it ain’t shit but she can’t take it
I only fuck on the baddest, I’m high right now, ain’t shit here basic (No bap)
Bitch, these LV, these ain’t Asics, flash your kit, Big Ahk gon’ take it”
Flex your Ro-Mil’, D gon’ take it
Flex your Drac’, Lil’ D gon’ take it
Flex your ho, I bet I hit her and you just be flexing your blick, I take it
I don’t need no fuckin’ perc, I take her home, I bet, I break her
SVR, this bitch ain’t basic, I’m in Bali actin’ brazy
Ski’nem just tossed me the key, he know I got this bitch her safe’ski
And this Glock ain’t got no safety, run up on me, bet, I blam you
Boy, I’m hot as fuckin’ lava, I light up just like a candle
And I got your bitch for floppin’, she on my dick like a sandal
I own, nigga, I own a tank top in Miami spendin’ Benjis
I only got time for head shots, ammunition cost too much
Binary, that three round bustin’, fourth quarter, they ass get slumped
We don’t beat around the bush, I bet Bam’nem get to the point
Ain’t gon’ lie, I finish in one second, I’m pass him, deal that bitch
I know, he ain’t gon’ let me down, I know for sure, yeah, that’s assist
KD actin’ like a bum, he just fucked up my parlay pick
Street ball, used to check the ball up, cross him, dunk all on his shit
When I’m happy, I throw fours up, that’s a fun fact, random shit
Lean, money, hoes, and fast cars, my life, that’s a lottery pick
I already own multiple vehicles, I want that new ‘Rari whip
Every car, I drive it fast, don’t care if it was a Honda Civic (Free Smurk)
I’m not finna ride no fish bowl, you must be off one of them pillies (Free Smurk)
I done buzzed like every grade, but G turn into my favorite blicky
I done rocked like every show, I think that ain’t my favorite city
And I been here in the smoke, I’ll be outside, come get up with me
I don’t need no fuckin’ crown, I dunk on shit just like I’m Wemby (Free Smurky)