Pouya, Denzel Curry — Wig Split
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MTM, hit ’em with the heat
Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin’ off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Fuck with me and 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
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
And now I want you until tomorrow, I put a new bitch in my El Dorado
Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin’ off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back (Ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy)
Steady swervin’ off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack (Yuh, yuh)
Don’t get your wig split for talkin’ like a witness
I got gorillas with me, point and shoot, no hitlist
You a bum, a deadbeat, now you laying six feet deep
Boy, you bark, we bite back, I don’t need no hypeman
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, yuh
Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin’ off a Xanax that I put inside the shack, shack
Fuck with me and 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
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