New Wu Sözleri

Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah

Maintaining, maintaining, you know?

You good, right? Everything proper, still, right?

Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?

Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on

Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W

Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu

Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in

All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin

Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do

Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu

Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu

love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags

Ski masks is on, g-wags

dont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass

You'll learn respect, burst when I ask

Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject

Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most

Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votes

villains is killa, gangstas flip notes

Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information

Vivid vacation, deliberation moments

Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything

Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome

Maxed out, Amex style, my team gram bandits

Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby

Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit

Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it

Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill

They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up

fuck around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef

So watch how the kid turn it up

Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters

Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus

Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work

The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah

When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around

Go collect, 36, over G bomb

My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung

Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong

Forensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bowels

Laying niggas like ceramic tile

I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile

kneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn I'm foul

We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things

look bummy, grams in my pocket, Chef cook for me

Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble

I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule

Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking

God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct

This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock

Then let these niggas know off top

We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it if not quit it

I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished

I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken

I'm shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching

Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing

And two divas wit they tops missing

Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be

But I don't want my children to be