Wemby Lyrics – Chuckyy

“Wemby” Lyrics by Chuckyy is a latest English song in the voice of Chuckyy. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Wemby” song lyrics are also written by Chuckyy. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America.

The song “Wemby” by Chuckyy is a bold, confident track where he talks about his influence, success, and how others copy his style. He makes it clear he’s not scared of any hate or doubt, flexes his wealth, designer clothes, and street credibility, and throws in references to sports, cars, and women. It’s all about proving he’s at the top and no one can touch him.

Wemby Lyrics

[Intro]
Where the fu*k would you n!ggas be without me? For real
These n!ggas copy my swag, everything
No bap, I’d fu*k me too
Money man

[Verse]
What would 224 mean without Chuckyy? N!ggas wouldn’t have rap deals
Maneski text my phone, like you the goat, you just stopped him from rapping (Go)
He must think this s*it a game, I’m not scared ’bout none of the doubt s*it
But you know I am not going, I got money and I’m crashing
I will not set no damn bounty, all my n!ggas hundred downers

He must be smoking that meth s*it, I think his mind fu*king clouded
Somebody please tell ’em shake back, we got choppers, go through BPs
My pockets overly cripping and my book bag got all seaweed
And by seaweed, I mean twenties, I only gone through the Franklins
I ain’t gon’ play with no rap n!gga, on Fred grave, watch how we spank ’em
For no b!tch like 49ers’ quarterback, watch how they chase ’em
I get fresh, don’t get no line up, ain’t no point my dreads keep swinging
I got on mismatched designer, it ain’t s*it but she can’t take it
I only fu*k on the baddest, I’m high right now, ain’t s*it here basic (No bap)
B!tch, these LV, these ain’t Asics, flash your kit, Big Ahk gon’ take it”
Flex your Ro-Mil’, D gon’ take it
Flex your Drac’, Lil’ D gon’ take it
Flex your ho, I bet I hit her and you just be flexing your blick, I take it
I don’t need no fu*king perc, I take her home, I bet, I break her
SVR, this b!tch ain’t basic, I’m in Bali acting brazy
Ski’nem just tossed me the key, he know I got this b!tch her safe’ski
And this Glock ain’t got no safety, run up on me, bet, I blam you
Boy, I’m hot as fu*king lava, I light up just like a candle
And I got your b!tch for flopping, she on my d!ck like a sandal
I own, n!gga, I own a tank top in Miami spending Benjis
I only got time for head shots, ammunition cost too much
Binary, that three round busting, fourth quarter, they ass get slumped
We don’t beat around the bush, I bet Bam’nem get to the point
Ain’t gon’ lie, I finish in one second, I’m pass him, deal that b!tch
I know, he ain’t gon’ let me down, I know for sure, yeah, that’s assist

KD acting like a bum, he just fu*ked up my parlay pick
Street ball, used to check the ball up, cross him, dunk all on his s*it
When I’m happy, I throw fours up, that’s a fun fact, random s*it
Lean, money, hoes and fast cars, my life, that’s a lottery pick
I already own multiple vehicles, I want that new ‘Rari whip
Every car, I drive it fast, don’t care if it was a Honda Civic (Free Smurk)
I’m not finna ride no fish bowl, you must be off one of them pillies (Free Smurk)
I done buzzed like every grade, but G turn into my favorite blicky
I done rocked like every show, I think that ain’t my favorite city
And I been here in the smoke, I’ll be outside, come get up with me
I don’t need no fu*king crown, I dunk on s*it just like I’m Wemby (Free Smurky)

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Wemby Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Chuckyy kicks things off by letting everyone know how important he is to the game. He’s saying without him, a lot of others wouldn’t even be relevant. People are copying his style and energy, and he knows it. He’s confident, even saying he’s so fresh he’d want himself too. He’s feeling like the money man, on top and fully aware of his own value.

[Verse]
Chuckyy starts off by saying that without him, the area code 224 wouldn’t even have any rap success. He sees himself as the one who put it on the map. He even mentions someone named Maneski texting him, calling him the GOAT (Greatest of All Time), and saying he inspired someone to stop rapping just by how good he is. He’s brushing off anyone doubting him, saying he’s not scared of any hate or negativity. He’s got money, he’s living reckless, and he’s not backing down from anything.

He’s not out here putting prices on people’s heads, but his crew is full of real, down-for-anything types. He mocks someone who’s acting crazy, saying their brain must be messed up, possibly on drügs. He warns them to pull it together, because his team is armed and dangerous, ready to go through anything, even bulletproof gear.

He talks about how much money he’s got—his pockets are full of cash, and his bag is packed with so much paper it looks like seaweed. When he says seaweed, he’s talking about twenties, and he prefers hundred-dollar bills. He doesn’t mess around with fake rappers and is ready to prove it if needed. He mentions “Fred’s grave,” probably referring to someone close who passed, showing how serious he is.

Then he compares chasing women to defenders going after the 49ers’ quarterback—fast and intense. He keeps himself fresh but doesn’t bother with haircuts because his dreads swing freely. His fashion is designer but mismatched, and he knows it’s unique, even if not everyone can handle his style. He’s only into high-level women and says nothing in his life is average—he’s high and living a flashy life.

He brags about wearing Louis Vuitton, not basic sneakers like Asics. He tells people to show off what they’ve got—because his crew will take it. Whether it’s a Rolex, a gun, or a girl, he’s confident they’ll snatch it all. He even says if someone just shows off a weapon, he’ll end up taking that too.

Chuckyy claims he doesn’t need any pills to get hyped up—he can still take a woman home and impress her. He’s driving an SVR (a luxury performance SUV) and wildin’ out in Bali. One of his boys throws him the keys to something valuable because they trust he’s got it covered. He talks about carrying a Glock without safety, meaning if someone tries him, it’s going to go off.

He says he’s hot like lava and can light up a situation fast, comparing himself to a candle. Even the women who flopped elsewhere are now all over him. He’s living big—rocking a tank top in Miami while spending Benjamins, basically showing off how carefree and rich he is.

When it comes to fights or problems, he only aims for the head—saying bullets cost too much to waste. He talks about a special type of gun that fires in bursts, and in crunch time (like the fourth quarter in sports), he makes sure opponents go down. His crew doesn’t waste time talking—they get straight to it.

He talks about handling things quickly, like finishing something in a second and passing it on like an assist in basketball. He knows his people won’t let him down. Then he brings up KD (probably Kevin Durant), saying he messed up his bet by underperforming, which annoyed him.

He reminisces about playing street ball—checking the ball, crossing people, and dunking on them, showing how he’s always been dominant, even back then. Throwing up “fours” when he’s happy is just a little personal habit he mentions. He sums up his lifestyle as being full of lean, money, women, and fast cars—it’s like he hit the jackpot.

Even though he already owns multiple cars, he’s aiming for a Ferrari next. He drives everything fast, whether it’s a luxury car or something simple like a Honda Civic. He mentions “Free Smurk,” showing love to someone locked up or in trouble. He says he won’t ride in anything with clear windows (a “fish bowl”), hinting at staying protected and low-key.

He’s been through all kinds of situations, and now his favorite gun is one he calls “G.” He’s performed in tons of cities, but one stands out as his favorite. He’s not hiding from any beef or problems—he’ll be outside, ready to handle it. And to wrap it up, he says he doesn’t need a crown to prove he’s on top—he dominates like Wemby (Victor Wembanyama), a young basketball star known for his crazy dunks and talent.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung Wemby song?
A. Wemby song is sung by Chuckyy.

Q. Who wrote Wemby lyrics?
A. Wemby lyrics are penned by Chuckyy.

Q. Who has given the music of Wemby song?
A. Wemby music is composed and produced by Chuckyy.

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