Dougie B Ft Yagi B – Wreck Lyrics

Dougie B Ft Yagi B – Wreck Lyrics

Wreck Lyrics By Dougie B Ft Yagi B

[Intro]
(Glo made that beat?)

[Verse 1: Yagi B]
He panic on drills, he a do-bad
Spin  through the block, my opps don’t do that
Let that boy live, why the fuck would I do that?
Ran so fast, ain’t no tellin’ where his shoes at
Head shot gang, tryna aim where his tooth at
Blood to the bone, but the cous’ rock a blue flag
Free Nick B, now Blu, bring the goons back
Y’all talk out yo’ mind, I done seen niggas lose that
On the guys, swear to guys, I move too tact
New knocks, can’t fit in the fanny
Told Dougie, “Let’s take us a trip”
I heard they sellin’ Matthew in Miami (Matthew)
Off the Xanny, you know I’ma trip
Smokin’ the Dummy, he punchin’ like Manny
And I still gotta walk with a stick
‘Cause this .40 too big for a fanny
[Verse 2: Dougie B]
Fuckin’ wit’ me, I’ma tweak
Bitch ain’t no missin’, I got my new chop with a beam
Doowop gon’ shoot it for free
You could call me D-Wade, boomin’ the heat, more than 3
Who really fuckin’ with me?
They keep telling me, “Chill”
Bitch, I’m a fiend from the B
Walk up, can’t dump out the V
He throw up the G

[Bridge: Yagi B & Dougie B]
Hol’ on, do that part (Boom, hol’ on)
Punch in, punch it, punch in
Bitch

[Verse 3: Dougie B]
Bitch I’m MB, tell ’em “Check it”
SevSide gang, bitch, we makin’ it hectic
Like bitch, is we sextin’? Fuck is you textin’?
DTB ‘telly for sessions
Niggas don’t know learn they lesson, no we not stressin’
Big .38 for the weapon
Too deep, two chops, wit’ a smoochie
They not outside, older heads get the message
Came home, gang said, “We at war”
Bitch, you got shot if you fuck wit’ the 4
Told Kay Kay, “Keep rapping”, he opening doors
Told bro, “I don’t make it, I’m uppin’ the score”
Clutchin’, I’m uppin’, boom like it’s nothin’
I just might shoot up the function
Pour a six, D’usse for the east
Bitch, my lean clean, we not doin’ the Tussin’
And no, I’m not chattin’ and fussin’
Talk out yo’ mouth, I tell Moni to dump it
How its beef and you broke niggas buggin’?
You wish he stopped, we do twenty like nothin’
Like thottie, you buggin, no cuffin’
We could do drills, we get low, then we rumpin’
Perky bussin’, need water or somethin’
Smokin’ on Matt, soon catch a concussion

[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang (Grr)
Bow, bow, bo