More Wheezy Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
(Wheezy outta here)
These n!gga lame then a motherf**ker
Free my, my n!gga, Wheezy, more Wheezy
What it is?
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Gotta suit up for court
How you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes
That one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild
Got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
Y'all n!ggas ain't catching up with me
All this talk Plan on riding my wave?
We gone load up with Ks
And, my youngins tsunami the block
Got a VVS stone on all of my kids
Then something just told me, "Stop" (Yeah)
Just say, "Top, don't stop" (Uh-uh)
I got them hundreds falling off the edge
Grab on her wig, I'm pulling off her edges
I went bought new image straight out the dentist
I can't stop thе repping, keep the dead in my mеntions
We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence
I got sonic jets to get me from the ...?
Make sure they hear me clear all through your city
Play with her cat, she f**k up inside my Bentley
(Hold up, wow, wow)
Play with that sack
Got to run it through that and I get it (Wow, wow)
We 'bout to come for the high 10 million
We sliming we griming, we come up from robbing
And, every lil' thing that I said, b!tch, I meant
No understanding with half my women
She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off
Starting sh!t at my house with half of my b!tches
She tripping...

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Gotta suit up for court
How you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes
That one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild
Got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag
Gotta suit up for court
How you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes
That one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild
Got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
Cannot do no cloning me, move to astonishment
Since I'm holding the trenches, f**k it
I got the economy moving on side of me
Cause they know that I got 'em and thugging
I was breaking and entering, me and my cousin
Now, I got the remedy, chemistry, ...?
They thought that they knew I'd fumble
Put the b!tch in the whole, do no clubbing
Burning off rubber in winter to summer
Working on something, I'm winning this summer
See the print on my hip, that that bl!ck, play wit llama
We kill you, what they gone run say to your momma
Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral
I don't like to get even, I'm really a general
Don't send me on beats, I'm not spitting on nothing
F**k with my n!ggas, Wheezy more wheezy

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Gotta suit up for court
How you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes
That one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild
Got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag