LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWifi Lit
ZaytovenWoah, woah, woahWoah, woah, woah, woah, woo!Gone in the sky, over 20, 000I keep my wifi litI spend over 5, 000, that's just on one fit (woah, woah)I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit (no)Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brickI leave a bitch in the cold, ohI don't act poor no moreI left her sitting at the Loews, oh'Cause she wasn't touching her toes, noI'm on some rich nigga shitIt's all about rich nigga timingFully loaded whipI'ma curve you kindnessI'm in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can't find itI got stacks on me and they won't fit no walletI got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocketI got Burberry seats, the color teriyakiI'm on another waveCut the head off the Porsche (cut it off)Running with a pack of wolves, ain't no extorting (no extorting)VIP with AK's, very important (brr)Always riding with a gas torch (gas)Always riding with a maskYoung nigga playing with a pinky ringCost over 500 bags (500 bags)Already know your homie singing, they 'bout to get him wackedSoon as you let up, relax?That's when they wait to attackPlatinum majority of the plaques (platinum majority)Striking it off like a match (skrt, skrt)Gone in the sky, over 20, 000I keep my wifi lit (skrt, skrt)I spend over 5, 000, that's just on one fit (that's on one fit)I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit (ain't never)Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick (uh, oh, oh)You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, ohYou got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can (oh, oh)You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands (oh, oh)I'm bout to go take 200, 000, just to go shop in Japan (oh, oh)I know the opps they thinking foul, we 'bout to take out they mans (ooh)We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain't playing (ooh)You gon' smell this gun powder, it's gon' make you dance (ooh)I've been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands (oh)Gone in the sky, over 20, 000I keep my wifi lit (whoa, whoa)I spend over 5, 000, that's just on one fit (whoa, whoa)I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit (no, no)Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick (pray, yeah, yeah)Wifi lit, woah, woah, woahWifi lit (wifi lit)Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woahThat's an assist (that's an assist)Cooking grits, woah, woah, woahHalf a chicken (cookin' it up)Fuck your clique, (fuck your clique) woah woah, woah, got them sticks (brr, brr)Wifi lit, wifi litWifi lit, wifi litWifi lit, wifi litWifi lit, wifi litWifi lit(Auntie, auntie)Wifi lit, whoa-oh-oh, wifi litShoutout to Lil Mexico, KirkwoodPass the bitch, whoa-oh-oh, that's an assist(Auntie, auntie)Cookin' grits, whoa-whoa-oh, half a checkJB, know I mean[?] , I got youYou hear meFuck your clique, whoa-whoa-whoaLet's go!
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