Chevy Woods - Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Now everybody wanna know, know, know who that kid Young boss how them thoughts run through that wig You have the cars I can move that quick So don't get put in the dirt, just putting in work, I do that sh** When I pull up in the spot n***as frown that face Probably cause I grabbed their main squeeze 'round that waist Off to the side, light a spliff, down that case Let's get it popping 'till the lights on Beat him 'till his life gone Now everybody wanna know my name It's W-I-Z, and for sure I'm flame When trouble you find me, in the lab with the sickest flow ??Hold on the af clock your math?? with a stick of dro ??Hold on?? the creek gettin freaked by the thickest ho See I'm a beast you should act like you n***as know Get out of line and I'm stopping your clock The boy's hot I'mma take this from the block to the top [Hook 1: Wiz Khalifa] Who is on his grind? (Me) Winning all the time? (Me) 'Bout them dollar signs? (Me) I go hard n***a (You) Like to talk it out Nothing we can talk about (Naw) We gon' spark it out That's what the squad about (Woah) X2 [Verse 2: Kev Tha Hustla] They love them wild youngins that won't settle for less You see my j**el this true well force you to dip set And Kev never backing down Pow be that clapping sound Hit your whip, reload the clip, and spin the car back around Plus we in for breaking bread sh**, you gotta bang your head And Wiz, it's no problem in the club, we got them bangers in Making sure my homies straight Youngin' be the best escape Shoot you and the rest escape Mad so it's not a case Hustla and Wiz Khalifa Ma we don't never need her Comment from every reader Old school I'm burning reefer I'll make you a bleeder Pipe I'm banging your diva Nice we shooting them heaters The lake we probably leave you Where the fishes swim Youngin' we did it again Stomp your face in with them Tims If ever f**ing with him We pull them hammers out Crack I be handing it out Raw uncut sixteens it's never a drought [Hook 2: Kev Tha Hustla] Who be pumping work? (Me) Who's a hustler? (Me) Who be touching her? (Me) Handcuffing her? (You) Stay in touch with her Never fall in love with her Call her phone all night like young Kev f**ing her X2 [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I'm a Steel City veteran Tools like a Leatherman End up with some numbers on your chest like a letterman Jacket when the ratchet let One up in your eggshell The tool he's like Whitney and them, waiting to exhale The goonies got plenty of them Head trip the kid's a goner I got plenty of wolves Don't make me sick them on you I'm that sick, but I arrive at the eaves Relax it, with a bad chick twisting my trees And count cheese 'till it's stacked to the sky These dudes mad at the guy I talk sh** and I'm actually fly Yeah I back it up Couple grand dog I'll help you wrap it up No, you ain't the sh** but I'mma take the sh**, pack it up It's young Wiz and Tha Hustla Ain't a damn motherf**er up in here that could f** with us This that real Steel City boy rap Can any boy clap Steel City on, map [Hook 1] [Hook 2]