Wyla - Wyla lyrics

[Verse 1: MD] Gyal get locked on the regular Look man get dough on the regular Look man get booked on the cellular Then I mash up the show on a regular Man that's regular Thump up Mike My boy Bubsy, I thump up guys In the club man pump up hype To the point where I might disconnect the mic I shell man They know the program Gyal wan bump and grind to the slow jam They be like Jesse you know you go ham I be like don't tell me what I know fam But I know this, f** all the showbiz There their gyal commin round like Gomez They tryna skrr ting man on the toe ting tryna get that that Tryna get that that [Verse 2: Big T] No days off, no days off I'm the one that said no days off Back then she don't wanna give me top Now she's round here givin me top A breader is tryna get with my brethrens She told a friend now her friend wanna test it She can't chill round here and do Netflix Cuz manaman is more into pressin Bad b talkin bout shard, rah, man ah get her wings and chips Thot down, gettin 5 to my crib You know me, Imma make her strip Won't stop makin Ps off the 4 letters 2016, more bands, more triggers, more triggers More bands, more triggers Yo [Verse 3: SK] SK, man bound for the reload With the bars man down for the reload In the clubs they ask for the reload Reload, take a man's gyal then I reload Weng weng, lookin weng shes a weng one Don't need no gyal, but I get some Man ah just skate in then I skate out, that's boom, bye bye on the next one They know us, we might know them They phone us, but we don't phone them Big back, I might draw for the lotion Push it in, push it out, then I'm ghostin Just wanna make Ps with my friends Tryna see MD in a Benz Wanna flip that P like a spatula Then skrr right back to the ends [Verse 4: Fingerz] Yo yo yo yo...yo, you can't chat to me doggie You come to the party and stunt in the money Stepped out in the late, it's a raw cheese Your girls all neeky prefer shes corny [?] she was on me Yea she screamed for the D so she asked me Got her legs all twisted like a car key Lock it down like a kid in the car seat There man talk about beef on the roads But ain't got no beef on the roads Man ain't got no beef on the roads, so I straight up bless this beat for the roads It's cold, cause I'm brave, I'm bold Might phone your girl to come take mine home No one can pa** when man's in that zone Want strongest man like I'm breakin stones [Verse 5: Fridge] Wha you know about me?, wha you know about I?, wha you know about me and my brethrens? Tryna make P with the gem ting Catty go low attention Man ah give her more than attention Big belly, man I'm on flexin Big batty ting I'm on textin But a friend of her friend with my ex ting But I don't give a dash, man ah press that Give her double tap, then I jet back Wyla my bros, better get that Bare amnes' in my back strap If the money is over there man ah grab that Just like your gyal's breast man ah grab that