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Andrew Jon Dee Phommalee - Wylin Lyrics

We finna ride
Got trees getting high
Wylin’
Wylin’
See a nigga lie
Then he finna die
Wylin’
Wylin’

I was never one to ever shoot unless I had to shoot it
Now I bet y’all anything the dude that got the rachet foolin’
Probably is the same one who be building like a master coolin’
Clarence gave y’all clarity on how I get the rafters moving
Slowly load my clip, goldie on my wrist
Homies know my shit, hoes be on my
Ay, hold up
Micah on the street and on the beat, you know the bass is knocking
When I’m on the chorus, man, you know y’all finna play this often
Tell mе something, how the fuck are you gon’ bе a feared example?
Got your gun but scared to drop a song where you ain’t cleared the sample
You ain’t finna let no rockets off
Leave a bitch read, so stop it dog
See BS, we knock it off
CBS, we watching y’all

We finna ride
Got trees getting high
Wylin’
Wylin’
See a nigga lie
Then he finna die
Wylin’
Wylin’