W.I.T.S - Freaky Friday Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I rap, with the 9 on me
I ride, with the strap on me
I rap with the 9 on me, ride with the strap on me, niggas cannot test me
I rap with the 9 on me, trap with that grip on me, niggas cannot flex on me
I'm hitting the streets
He need me to fucking blast for them
Hit my bat phone, hit my trap phone
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I ain't co-signing shit, if I ain't with it
I'm hopping out the whip, they gettin shots out the grip

I'm blasting up out the v
I'm blasting up out the v
I'm tryna get a pot to pee in, I'm moving like a piston
I'm moving with that pistol, if a nigga wanna try something with me, fuck em, then
Came home showed the grip to my momma, I walked out tucking it, yeah yeah yeah
Momma know I got it on me, she ain't gotta tuck me in
Tapped in with my niggas, I had straps up in my pants
See him outside his crib imma bang it, fuck his parents
Unless it's pull up time, you gotta pay me off for an appearance
I'm hearing this, hear that
They want beef, then a nigga smear that blood like it's wax
I go bat shit
Fonem hit my phone we boutta attack, yeah
They be some sad faces
We ain't gone catch cases
It won't take me cash ain't it
Don't take me cash, ain't it
Two shots while we pass nigga
And he might pass, yeah
Send shots let it cast away, and he might pass away
Damn

I'm full fledged
I rap with the 9 on me, trap with that grip on me, niggas cannot flex on me
I'm hitting the streets
He need me to fucking blast for them
Hit my bat phone, hit my trap phone
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I ain't co-signing shit, if I ain't with it
I'm hopping out the whip, they gettin shots out the grip

Shotgun by my side
Hammer in my hand
You can blow my cock
Or make me blow my 9
And so I tuck that fire, tuck that fire, in case they wanna try me
And you might fucking die
Iron sights my right eye
One 9 in each hand, now I got iron sights in both eyes
Momma know I got it on me, she ain't gotta tuck me in
Tapped in with my niggas, I had straps up in my pants
See him outside his crib imma bang it, fuck his parents

I rap with the 9 on me, trap with that grip on me, niggas cannot flex on me
I'm hitting the streets
He need me to fucking blast for em
Hit my bat phone, hit my trap phone
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
Yeah

Please don't fucking try me nigga
I'm really gettin tired of the bullshit
For real nigga
Some S.I. gangster shit
Fuck up outta my face nigga
Who the fuck you think you talking to
Yeah
Aha