WTW Testo
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Run that back, Turbo
What they really want from a nigga?
What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck?
Aye, what they want?
What they really want from a nigga?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga? What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
22's, 25's, 380's, 9's (Nina)
40's, 45's, new gens, all kinds
Choppas and K's, these bitches go both ways
Glock lined his ass up, he got cut but no fade
Sticks, drums, semis, fully's
Chris, Vex, Uzis, Techs
556's, 762's (6's, 2's)
We put shit to bed, leave nigga on snooze
We chase shit down, get up close with it
The choppa don't fit, you gotta wear a coat with it
She ain't no real head hunter if she don't choke with it
Ask for the dick, now baby, tell me what ya want with it
What they really want from a nigga?
What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck? Aye, what they want?
What they really want from a nigga?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
Dog, what they really want, what they want from me?
What they want from me?
So many sticks up in these Glocks, feel like we Chinese
Same gen, glizzy twins, these bitches Siamese
Spin on an opp in this bitch, whip do 'em like Tyrese
Do 'em like "Baby Boy," we play with sticks, no joy
Send this shit to the morgue, send this shit to the moon
Way we switch shit up with this Glock, these bitches worse than broom
Hot nigga, feel like I'm Bobby Shmurda, get a nigga boomed
See, last opp got caught leaving the neighborhood store
Come out tryna eat candy, the shots got stuck in his throat
If you up it, better blow, but I'm a shooter, I don't choke
We been fucking up the opps, this what they want, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck?
Aye, what they want?
What they really want from a nigga?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
What they really want from a nigga?
What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck?
Aye, what they want?
What they really want from a nigga?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga? What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
22's, 25's, 380's, 9's (Nina)
40's, 45's, new gens, all kinds
Choppas and K's, these bitches go both ways
Glock lined his ass up, he got cut but no fade
Sticks, drums, semis, fully's
Chris, Vex, Uzis, Techs
556's, 762's (6's, 2's)
We put shit to bed, leave nigga on snooze
We chase shit down, get up close with it
The choppa don't fit, you gotta wear a coat with it
She ain't no real head hunter if she don't choke with it
Ask for the dick, now baby, tell me what ya want with it
What they really want from a nigga?
What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck? Aye, what they want?
What they really want from a nigga?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
Dog, what they really want, what they want from me?
What they want from me?
So many sticks up in these Glocks, feel like we Chinese
Same gen, glizzy twins, these bitches Siamese
Spin on an opp in this bitch, whip do 'em like Tyrese
Do 'em like "Baby Boy," we play with sticks, no joy
Send this shit to the morgue, send this shit to the moon
Way we switch shit up with this Glock, these bitches worse than broom
Hot nigga, feel like I'm Bobby Shmurda, get a nigga boomed
See, last opp got caught leaving the neighborhood store
Come out tryna eat candy, the shots got stuck in his throat
If you up it, better blow, but I'm a shooter, I don't choke
We been fucking up the opps, this what they want, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?
What they really want from a nigga?
I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck?
Aye, what they want?
What they really want from a nigga?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a nigga?
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