Repercussions

Wheezy outta here Verse 1: NAV Everybody 'round me say I'm doin' too much When I got some problems, yeah, the drugs come clutch Shoutout to the opps, we got another cold case Yeah, ayy Shoutout to my shooter, he ain't showin' no face Yeah, ayy Shoutout to the driver, fuck 12, he did the race Hmm They typin' on computer, only letter I know is K's Hmm Pull up to the show, I send the hitter and hit the stage Yeah, ayy Married to the game, I go to war and I engage Yeah, ayy What you think We got all thе drink, I pour a gallon up I'm a jerk, took a half of Perc', I fuck with stamina Woo Money and famе, with a little game, I get the best of her Eco-friendly, I just went electric, bought the Tesla Woo Chorus: NAV Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty Petty Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti Cake Animal inside the Lamb', got horses in the motor Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' No It's end of discussion, you don't want these repercussions No Verse 2: Young Thug I just bought lil' shawty twenty Birkins, now they scared of her Louis drench her off, and I walked in and I was Hermès’d up I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up Papi I'm rich as fuck, really, you need to switch the topic up Hickory dickory dock, I done ran my salary and ran my credits up Woo I just bought four bitches the same watch because I'm paid as fuck Camera in the rearview Lambo' and I see I'm speedin' up Ayy, what you want I take my bitch to get her tummy tucked Too many cameras in the club, gotta keep it low, gotta hit his tummy up Put a snub-nose on the brand new Ruger .44, by the day I'm Tommy'd up Sick of these broke-ass, petty-ass niggas and hoes, bitch, I'm goals Birthday came, I had bought me a two-tone, roofless weightless Rolls Yeah Cash got the two-tone AP Yeah, Vegas edition, my nigga, you bold Ooh Birthday, I'm cakin' these bitches Ayy, not fakin' with bitches, I'm real as the road Ayy Keep a few tools, the niggas Yeah, they all in they feelings and ready to explode Yeah Dropped my chain on the ground and now this bitch gotta dry her toes Chorus: NAV Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty Petty Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti Cake Animal inside the Lamb' got horses in the motor Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' No It's end of discussion, you don't want these repercussions No