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Wheezy outta here

Verse 1: NAV
Everybody 'round me say I'm doin' too much
When I got some problems, yeah, the drugs come clutch
Shoutout to the opps, we got another cold case Yeah, ayy
Shoutout to my shooter, he ain't showin' no face Yeah, ayy
Shoutout to the driver, fuck 12, he did the race Hmm
They typin' on computer, only letter I know is K's Hmm
Pull up to the show, I send the hitter and hit the stage Yeah, ayy
Married to the game, I go to war and I engage Yeah, ayy
What you think We got all thе drink, I pour a gallon up
I'm a jerk, took a half of Perc', I fuck with stamina Woo
Money and famе, with a little game, I get the best of her
Eco-friendly, I just went electric, bought the Tesla Woo

Chorus: NAV
Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty Petty
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti Cake
Animal inside the Lamb', got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' No
It's end of discussion, you don't want these repercussions No

Verse 2: Young Thug
I just bought lil' shawty twenty Birkins, now they scared of her
Louis drench her off, and I walked in and I was Hermès’d up
I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up Papi
I'm rich as fuck, really, you need to switch the topic up
Hickory dickory dock, I done ran my salary and ran my credits up Woo
I just bought four bitches the same watch because I'm paid as fuck
Camera in the rearview Lambo' and I see I'm speedin' up
Ayy, what you want I take my bitch to get her tummy tucked
Too many cameras in the club, gotta keep it low, gotta hit his tummy up
Put a snub-nose on the brand new Ruger .44, by the day I'm Tommy'd up
Sick of these broke-ass, petty-ass niggas and hoes, bitch, I'm goals
Birthday came, I had bought me a two-tone, roofless weightless Rolls Yeah
Cash got the two-tone AP Yeah, Vegas edition, my nigga, you bold Ooh
Birthday, I'm cakin' these bitches Ayy, not fakin' with bitches, I'm real as the road Ayy
Keep a few tools, the niggas Yeah, they all in they feelings and ready to explode Yeah
Dropped my chain on the ground and now this bitch gotta dry her toes

Chorus: NAV
Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty Petty
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti Cake
Animal inside the Lamb' got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' No
It's end of discussion, you don't want these repercussions No