BWheezy - Whammies lyrics

(Chorus) Quarter million cash thumbing through the rubberband Just another young n***a runnin with the jammy 24 inches on the coupe painted candy Just another n***a in the hood sellin whammies Pull up to the trap might serve it to ya granny Got lean got blow and even got the zannies Just another n***a in the hood selling whammies (x8) (1st) Young hood n***a trappin in a crew top Runnin with the ooh wop Breaking down the gu-wap Quarter million cash all hundreds in the shoebox Got the first set of birds sold, now the n***a need a new flock On the block with the full Glock, crack rocks in the tube socks trappin at the food spot Watchers on the rooftops checking for the new op While they whole sellin weed at the boy school stop Just another n***a in the hood getting rich Still f**in round with the popcorn mid Bunkin like “f** 12. Get it how you live" Got a quarter million tax free in his momma crib Dude with the Kenwood knockin From way up the street you can spot him I can guarantee one thing about him He gon keep some money in his pocket (Chorus) Quarter million cash thumbing through the rubberband Just another young n***a runnin with the jammy 24 inches on the coupe painted candy Just another n***a in the hood sellin whammies Pull up to the trap might serve it to ya granny Got lean got blow and even got the zannies (2nd) Quarter million cash in the attic in the cash vault Wondering “how he got the molly going for the half off?" n***a cause it's bath salts. Duh And he got the 40 for the trash talk Leave you on the asphalt, do you like Bradshaw Hop back in the coupe push a bu*ton then mash off Blame it on the mad dog, n***a let them cats talk Payin for the wap wondering why them b**hes slack off n***as in the projects, playing with the pirex Cutting n***as hi-tech, now you drinking dissect And yeen een know it. (You ain't een know it.) Three cell phones all of dem b**hes clickin (where they coming from) Fishy n***as out here tryna double up selling dubs out the doubletree If you pull up then n***a that's a double fee Now you got to double pay. (Who you wit?) Me and Ben frank. On a muh f**ing double date (Chorus) Quarter million cash thumbing through the rubberband Just another young n***a runnin with the jammy 24 inches on the coupe painted candy Just another n***a in the hood sellin whammies Pull up to the trap might serve it to ya granny Got lean got blow and even got the zanies VoteUpVoteDown