Wancho Breesh

(I should probably go, it's getting late) (Computer rights for life) Cut off his hand if a nigga think he schemin' on me I got bands, baby, just for all of my opponents Don't give a damn if a nigga think he schemin' on me Bitch this Drac' ain't signed for nothin' it's gon' sing a chorus You know I be by myself, I 'ont fuck with niggas, it's just me and Lamim Bitch, I'm like "Free lil 30", I've been stackin' money, know I'm poppin' that bond with ease Bitch I'm that blast-off, Top Kid Industry, run in yo' house with the mask off Just came back from Ella, kick my feet up, take these Rafs off Self-employed, she ride me and she gorgeous Brand new foreign, hotbox the whip (Pshew) Catch that opp we scorin', and made them niggas dip I got money, baby, and it's been a minute since I've been broke, nigga He's a broke lil' nigga Red light, green light, red light, green light, baby yellow Ain't no police, baby, I don't know why they said We keep Dracos for them type of niggas Don't do Range Rover and we don't do Fisker In the crib countin' band with a pistol If you gon' tweak with my man, we gon' get you I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga Pop a pill and you won't like how they unleash nigga I'm that same old Jace, baby fuck iayze You stuck in yo' same old ways, that shit not the way I started to feel just like the shit, tell label give me raise He went from a Blood into a Crip, I think he in a daze That lil nigga went and fell off quick, they don't wan' give him praise Fly out then I treat that bitch like shit, she in a love maze She don't care about how I treat her long as it's comin' with Casamigos LA, ATL, Ella Ella to Del Rio Catch him, wish him well, I wouldn't want to be him eitho' I mean either I mean either I mean either I wouldn't want to be him eitho' (I mean either) I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga I got money, I got wancho breesh, nigga