Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe

Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe

Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe





If you a killer motherfucker, bring your anna to my door

Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows

If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song

you riding with a motherfucker that think I did 'em wrong. 





consequences come to those who chose to fuck with lil wyte

not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right

I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic

theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write

now that I made all these moves

my music causing some havoc

this shit is pick me up so wat in the fuck did you expect god dammit?

as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen

I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em

I got a mind and it's focused

you got some serious issues

I got family friends, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you

I bet you'll life gettin hard

you lived your life in a yard

Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars

you mad at me cause I made it, I'm only havin some fun

see me on mtv yelling out who gives a fuck where you from

you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham

doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....









yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker

galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH





wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner

you so fucked up you couldnt be an organ donor

when I see you, I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders

you gon be like ah shit when you feel

these tiny boulders

you fuckin with the wrong one

the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man

even quick to crack your brain

I ain't got no time for hatin faggots on the grind

keep on passin by cause I got something

you'll never fuckin find

this the realest of the real

hope you feelin it and if you dont

extend your arm and grab your remote

and turn down your radio

meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw

and write it as nasty as this shit can be

Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherfuckin beats

I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded

but I'm proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded

you wanna bring it to my door

or be a bitch and catch me slippin

either way it goes this unit I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin