[Intro]

What it do Will

Do Will, do will, do will

It’s me, It’s me, it’s me

I swear to God, I’m fucking back

[Verse 1]

Bitch we some super villains (aye)

We ain’t savin’ shit, bitch we killin’ (aye)

And we won’t stop till we make a million (aye)

Double that sold in the buildin’ (aye)

Money stacked to the fucking ceiling (aye)

Call papa he got this finished (aye)

My squad turned, we don’t do no chillin’ (aye)

Get rich that’s the fuckin’ mission (aye)

[Verse 2]

Look I come through yo’ block

With that lead on that Glock

Niggas probably stickin’ I’m blockin’ that shot

Shoot up his top, shoot up his block

Flirt with his bitch then give me some top

Hit her from the back while I’m smokin’ from a pack

Hit it real quick, you can have her right back

[?] that’s for the bros

She dress like a pimp we been trainin’ her go

Hold on one moment, put the chain to the floor

I was rappin’ real fast, let me go a little slow, uh

[Verse 3]

Now I need everyone to team up

If you fake we gon’ wet that boy T up

And you know we’ll gasoline her

Boy she a diva you can’t please her (aye)

But when the time come we gonna squeeze her

[Verse 4]

I be hot like I’m Superman

Power in my Ruger man

I don’t smoke no fake for favours

We call her like two can sam

Yo, where my shooter at

Yo, be computer Macs

Skkrt, then we shoot ‘em

And we score and then ya’ll lose a man

I be ‘bout this money

Give a shit bout no loser fam

Bitches out here say they love me

That shit be confusing them

Aye I’m not Superman

Aye, I won’t do you man

Aye, you not Louis Slang

Aye, don’t know who you am

Aye, Is bout 30 in this 50 fuck a nigga feelins’

Do you 30 in a jiffy, head off while you driven

I mean driving man

I’m higher than the fuckin’ ceiling

My bitch mad at me

Don’t give a fuck about her feelins’

[Verse 5]

Swear I smoke so much like I don’t wanna smoke no mo’

I fucked your bitch so much don’t even wanna throw no mo’ (uh)

Niggas hot up in these streets don’t need a code no mo’ (aye)

Hide up in the Boucherie don’t wanna roll no mo’ (aye)

I’m freestyling on this shit don’t wanna rap no mo’ (oh)

Told that bitch I’m in the streets don’t wanna trap no mo’ (aye)

Told that bitch I’m in her booth don’t wanna trod no mo’ (aye)

Told that bitch she gotta go don’t wanna clock no mo’ (aye)

Told that bitch she on my line don’t wanna talk no mo’ (aye)

She ain’t scared to drop me off I don’t wanna walk no mo’ (aye)

[Verse 6]

I told that bitch to find her own way home (aye, aye)

Told that bitch to take the long way home (aye, aye)

Freestyling see my mind way gone (aye, aye)

It’s on the muscle why my line’s way strong (aye, aye)

That bitch told me Will, man you a beat crusher

I told that bitch fuck rap, I’m a street runner (aye)

That bitch pussy wet, like water

I told that bitch you wanna fuck, place a quarter (aye, aye)

I’m fucking bitches in the Careo (aye)

I fuck her good she gotta get carried though (aye)

Aye I’m in the streets these pussy niggas took the scary route

I want the cheese lil’ nigga I took the dairy road (aye)

You niggas lactose intolerant (aye)

I pull my thirty out and get to poppin’ it (aye)

If I see her then I’m dropping her

Dead bodies all on this block and shit (aye)

(Aye, aye, aye, aye -)