W.U.G Part II versuri

W.U.G Part II lyrics by Moose Fablo

Intro
Wuggy
Wuggy
Grah, grah
(Grah) Wuggy
Fablo
TMO (Wuggy)
Wuggy, Wuggy, Wug (TMO Dark Side 69th)
Verse
Aight bet, bro pass me the ?, they keep dissing on bro, that shit getting me mad
Walk up gang tryna make me a pack, and I ran into-, almost threw at the cab
He thought I was ducking, I was grabbing the pole, ?, your backdoor should’ve been closed
And you just came home, so you know how it go, on the Rock, he caught the belt from the Glos
Slide or provide, I was doing them both, nigga, why you think they call me the coach
Ros-Roscoe, not gon’ be kidding no more, and me and M Row, born the same year, but niggas sucking my dick like I’m old
Damn, Jimmy got hit then he told, first, his brother got ripped and he told
And shh keep jacking he threw at me, so I threw at his friends, woulda sent three, but my hand got cold
Damn, lo-lost MJ, don’t tell me to chill, I ain’t hanging my jersey ‘till them niggas killed
And I hate that I rap, I don’t need a deal, tryna run up a bag while I’m stuck in the field
When I teach ‘em to ball, I tell ‘em secure, if not, my nigga, stay out the field
Don’t ask me about Bucky, I know he a problem (Tryna spin RT, but I already shot him)
Glasses on, know that I spot him, sneakers laced, know that I got him
Niggas throw one shot n’ call it a scene, Huncho really got macked with the V
I don’t know who got him jacking the Makk, but, he almost got stung like a bee
Walk up gang, never needed no help, but me and ? like ? and Kel
(Can’t forget Ice Killah, can’t forget Ice Killah on that block leaving shells)
I ain’t chasing no ho unless she banking with Chase
He got shot in his hand tryna cover his-, he got shot in his hand tryna cover his face
Like damn, like somebody uncle an 8th
BobbyTooTact said he run into me, Wuggy, let me show you what that mean (Wuggy, Wuggy)
Getting too old so I’m looking for peace, that’s my favorite part of life of being a tweak
And we got so many scenes, I could be the next Spike Lee
Walk up gang, I am not tryna speak
Most of my opps, not even fly (They not), but I made most of them flee (Grah, grah, grah)
(Where you going?)
(Walk the fuck up)