BlueBucksClan - Jeeezy WYA Lyrics

Jeeezy, what you on? yeah, I'm at the Ritz
911, I need your help
I'm all alone with six (Here I come)
Yeah, all these bitches ready
Ain't gotta tell 'em shit (yeah)
Alright, get them bitches' phones
We ain't takin' pics (yeah, I did)
This the one I want to grab
Would you look at this? (yeah, she here)
Went out with my bitch and all her fam
We finna eat real quick
(What the fuck? LowTheGreat)
Why the fuck you just sayin'
Somethin'? Can't believe this shit
(Thought I did)
But if you really got six hoes
I'm finna lеave this bitch
(Smoov, what's good, baby? yeah, I do)

Swear to God, on my lifе, I do (On God)
Hurry up
They singin' every word they want me to
(Here I come) yeah, that thick bitch here
The one that wanted you (yeah, yeah)
Takin' shots, throwin' ass
I got 'em settled in and comfortable
I walked in, she like, "There
Go Jeeezy" they like, "Bitch, where?"
(Bitch, where?)
Bitches on me, said she like my Lavers
These the big pair (yeah)
Doin' hoes the coldest, damn
I could've been from Big Bear (You could)
Why this nigga watchin' all my
Stories? Think his bitch here (Nigga lame)
Finna figure out the ones that's fuckin'
Send the rest home
I just told 'em what you said, nigga
Nothin' less (I just told 'em)
I think we need more bitches
This ain't fun yet (This ain't fun)
Bitches greet me, pullin' down my pants
Ain't got a hug yet
Let's act like we gotta leave
To make these bitches go (Alright)
Let's grab the stripper hoes from Cheetahs
They get off at four (yeah, let's go)
Alright, nigga, say no more (Say no more)
But how my bitch know we out?
What the fuck you post? (I ain't post shit)
Turn a Sprite to a caramel frappé
What the fuck you pour? (I don't know)
Jeeezy, where my drank? I'm
Lookin' for it, yeah, i know you know
(I don't know)
I don't touch niggas' drank, nigga
I don't know
You the last nigga I seen with it, nigga
Where it go? (Where it go?)
Nigga, look up in the freezer, oh, I see it
Here it go (Here it go)
I could round up all the bitches
You could call me merry-go (Merry-go)
Knew exactly who her nigga was
I ain't tell her though
(I ain't tell her though)
Nigga sayin' he used to hang with us
I don't remember though
(I don't remember though)
Two thousand dollar hoodie
You don't hear me though (yeah, I hear you)
Yeah, I see you
I'm in Maxfield with Saint Michaels on
(yeah, I see you) prada bucket, yeah
That's what type of time I'm on
Let's go out of town to crack
Some bitches we ain't never seen
(yeah, I'm with it)
Niggas always talking 'bout the hoes
That they never bring (Never bring)
I'm on 65th eatin' wings at C&W (C&W)
Told Jeeezy, "Keep steppin'
Never let these niggas humble you"
Told DJ, "We them niggas
Let these bitches outnumber you"

Jeeezy, what you on? yeah, I'm at the Ritz
911, I need your help
I'm all alone with six (Here I come)
Yeah, all these bitches ready
Ain't gotta tell 'em shit (Is that right?)
Alright, get them bitches' phones
We ain't takin' pics (yeah, I did)
This the one I want to grab
Would you look at this? (yeah, she here)
Went out with my bitch and all her fam
We finna eat real quick (What the fuck?)
Why the fuck you just sayin'
Somethin'? Can't believe this shit
(Thought I did)
But if you really got six hoes
I'm finna leave this bitch (yeah, I do)