wyd? Lyrics

Fuck them, what you doing

What you doing, getting bags

What they doing, guess they mad

I can't go for none of that

I'ma need one hundred b's

What the fuck is one hundred racks

Matter fact I need double that

Oops I mean a double stack

Man I need a

Double trouble

Chew me up like Hubba Bubba

High in space like Hubble shuttle

I was walking here without no socks, jumping over rubble

They say we can't handle all your wave, that's cause you a puddle

Laughable

Tell me, what's a puddle to the ocean

Practical

Niggas that stand still say they got motion

I been fucking up this sack, your o-line gone feel the notion

She been fucking up my pack, keep rubbing my balls with lotion

That's a reference if you know, take a tiger by the toe

If he try to diss Lul Four

Way she use my ding-a-ling she just ring around the rose

See me wanna take a photo go head strike a pose

Fuck them, what you doing

What you doing, getting bags

What they doing, guess they mad

I can't go for none of that

I'ma need one hundred b's

What the fuck is one hundred racks

Matter fact I need double that

Oops I mean a double stack