In this intense collaboration, Pouya and Denzel Curry delve into themes of violence, substance use, and existential contemplation. The phrase "get your wig pulled back" is a metaphor for facing severe consequences or harm, often in response to disrespect or betrayal. Both artists vividly describe their lifestyles marked by indulgence in drugs like Xanax, which they use to cope with inner turmoil and the harsh realities of their environment. The lyrics also reflect a sense of isolation and mistrust, as they navigate relationships with caution and aggression. Ultimately, the song portrays a gritty narrative of survival and dominance in a world where vulnerability can be fatal.
Wig Split
Lyrics
(Mtm, hit 'em with the heat)
Fuck with me, get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Fuck with me, get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
I'm overthinkin' again when I should go with my gut
Left elbow hangin' out that window in my Lambo truck
Contemplatin' if I should go pick these two hoes up
Or would I rather be alone and drown myself in the mud?
Lil' baby gon' fuck my mind, take my time, and let me rot and die (yeah)
Don't bang my line unless you got something I need in my life
There's something about the way you talk that I like (yeah)
And now I want you until tomorrow
I put a new bitch in my El Dorado (yeah)
Fuck with me, get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Fuck with me, get your wig pulled back (ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy)
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack (yeah, yeah)
Don't get your wig split for talkin' like a witness (yeah, yeah)
I got gorillas with me, point and shoot, no hitlist (yeah)
You a bum, a deadbeat, now you laying six feet deep
Boy, you bark, we bite back, I don't need no hypeman (yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I am a OG, everybody know me
Count money with my homies, don't need nobody to float me
Sippin' on the OE, I know I'm dyin' slowly
So I just copped a Rollie to slit my wrist and OD, yeah (yeah, ayy, ayy)
Fuck with me, get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Fuck with me, get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Come and get your wig split, extendo on the sick fit
Leave your body cold like a bad kid on Christmas
When I'm in the streets, I be on point as if I'm Vincent
Wet 'em up because they gassed 'em up to be a gremlin
Shoot my shot, gotta find a new court
And they givin' out smoke like a box of Newport
If a nigga wanna buck, there's a whole lotta war
You can live a long life but it can cut short
Sticks taller than Vince Carter
I've been a baller, he been a shooter
I teach niggas, I don't need a toolie
Don't let this ruler turn into a Ruger, my nigga
Writer(s): Christopher Rockwell, Denzel Curry, Ivan Ramirez, Michele Scatamacchia, Kevin Pouya
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
What is the Meaning of Wig Split
?
End of content
That's all we got for #