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Aftrr - Wya Lyrics

[Chorus: Kuriosity]
And they like K where is you at
I tell that bitch I'm in my bag
Hop in the two-seater finna crash
With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back
Take a look at my stats lil' bitch I'm getting bigger
Take a look at my bank account I'm gettin' richer
If a bitch nigga talk then we pullin' the trigger
Get the beam on the Glock that shit flash like a picture
And they like K where is you at
I tell that bitch I'm in my bag
Hop in the two-seater finna crash
With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back
When I drop a new song they gon' run it up
Swear to god you the gang nigga throw it up
I got me a blunt and some codeine we pour it up
That shit go too crazy on god we throwin' up (Ugh)

[Verse 1: Swazy]
Push it up
Never fall back on gang
We sippin' on dirty cups
Pistol tucked I ain't ever tucking my chain 'less I'm too off the drugs
Oh my god what the fuck
That [?] slugs
Don't ever understand why you on my nuts
[?] for fun
[Verse 2: rans0m]
Yeah Red Dead Redemption I pull out the 30 and aim for the brain
Try to run but he cannot be saved
Yeah we some beasts and we cannot be tamed
Gunrange I'm tapped in I fuck with the gang
Making way too much money don't fit in the bank
And I keep me a burner so please watch your mouth when you sayin' my name

[Verse 3: aftrr]
We gon' hit a juug on that boy then put him up for ransom we leaving this town (Mm)
I got a Glock on my hip with suppressors you know we not making a sound (Mm)
No I cannot fold under pressure I'm stuck on my money not playing around (Mm)
Your bitch in my dms you dm for features I think I might keep her around

[Bridge: aftrr]
Yeah yeah
Gunrange top obsession
You can't get in you a peasant
[?] she confessin'
I'm the greatest you just less than
Yeah me and gunrange we own this
Causing the scene yeah we causing [?]
Talkin that shit know you upset
Walk into Saks spend a bag like fuck it

[Chorus: Kuriosity]
And they like K where is you at
I tell that bitch I'm in my bag
Hop in the two-seater finna crash
With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back
Take a look at my stats lil' bitch I'm getting bigger
Take a look at my bank account I'm gettin' richer
If a bitch nigga talk then we pullin' the trigger
Get the beam on the Glock that shit flash like a picture
And they like K where is you at
I tell that bitch I'm in my bag
Hop in the two-seater finna crash
With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back
When I drop a new song they gon' run it up
Swear to god you the gang nigga throw it up
I got me a blunt and some codeine we pour it up
That shit go too crazy on god we throwin' up (Ugh)