wifisfuneral – Weigh !t Out! lyrics

[Intro: 458 Keez]
See that blunt
You know what I’m saying
Cris Dinero
Ay
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait
Hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, yeah
I count up the knots
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, yeah
I count up the knots
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, yeah

[Verse 1: 458 Keez]
Return to the spot, yeah
Get cash a lot, yeah
Already know how I’m rocking
[?] niggas, you know what I got, yeah
Diamonds bling, yeah
Ooh, you know what I mean, ooh, yeah
My diamonds, they sing, ooh, yeah
My diamonds, they scream, ooh, yeah
Rock out, rock out, rock out, whip my cock, out
All on your block, yeah
[?] count up the knots, yeah
Hold up, wait, count it or not, yeah
Yeah, yeah, my pistol is cocked, yeah
Damn, I will pop at your noggin
They call me Kiki the locksmith
Yeah, got the dope in my stockings


[Hook: 458 Keez]
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
I got the dope in my stockings
Bitty bitch, [?]
I might just pop at your noggin
Running this shit, bitch, you jogging
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
I got the dope in my stockings
Bitty bitch, [?]
I might just pop at your noggin
Running this shit, bitch, you jogging
Count it up, yeah


[Verse 2: Cris Dinero]
[?] on a bean, ay
Say you done fucked up my jeans, ay
Baby just loving the scene, ay
[?] she a fiend, ay
Thotty a jit she a teen, ay
Forty round clip with the beam, ooh
Thotty done fucked the whole team, yuh
Diamonds are shining on me, yuh

[Verse 3: Wifisfuneral]
Ay, get this bitch right out my face
Ay, stuck as a demon like wait
Ay, I don’t see enemies, fade
Ay, she just gonna suck on that dick
When I’m up on that bitch, whip that shit in the basement
Nigga, you worry about placement
Judging for Benjamin Franklins
Aim with that talk and don’t say shit
Slap a pussy if he pasting
I’m the type to have no patience
I just load the yap and aim shit
Take my energy, you ain’t shit
I’m gonna get this money, face it
My 40 came with a dick, ooh
Pop a pill, make it extend, bitch
Thumb through the bands, just like 10, quick
Fuck nigga plotting on lame shit
Spending these bands, boy, they ain’t shit
Fuck nigga plotting on lame shit
Spending these bands, boy, they ain’t shit


[Hook: 458 Keez]
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
Count it up, yeah
Weigh it out, yeah
I got the dope in my stockings
Bitty bitch, [?]
I might just pop at your noggin
Running this shit, bitch, you jogging
Count it up, yeah