Wemby Lyrics – Chuckyy

Read the full Wemby lyrics by Chuckyy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore Hiccup and Sympathy, two other songs by Chuckyy.

[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)