Wetheaxis - Rendezvous (feat. Tylo May & Wil' Wes) Lyrics

Cooking up the wrist is working
Having bitches is a burden
So fresh, so clean
So fresh, so clean, so clean
Cooking up the wrist is
Cooking up the wrist is
Cooking up the wrist is
Yeah, yeah
Cooking up the wrist is working
Having bitches is a burden
So fresh, so clean, been dipped in detergent
Pay a cent for the service
Job to make the roof burn
Turn up, finesse a few hundred thousand dollars for the work and pay my momma back
For every time she say i remind her how my father act
AXIS on my bomber, black joggers cause I'm running shit
Hundred ten percent everyday until I'm under R.I.P.
As long as the sun as lit, I'mma be Kanye shrug a bitch
Gotta watch how your time is spent
Excuse me miss come again
You say that you got a friend, well i might just be up for it
I heard they like sucking (Ooh)
But that's just to sum it up
Just know you spectacular, watch them blessings start adding up
Life is a balancing act, no passenger, saddle up
Crafted and battle tough
Tylo the masterful, i know God got the lateral (Oooohhhh)

We all got expiration dates
Clock keep ticking on the day to day
Ever since soulja boy, all i wanted was some Bathing Apes
I think that was 2008
Showing up to school two hours late
You could hear my speakers from a mile away
(You could hear my speakers from a mile away)
One problem
Ninety nine bitches (Shit)
I wish i had ninety nine bitches
I wish i had ninety nine bitches
Bitches, i wish i had ninety nine (Ninety nine)

Playboy bunny got me energized (Yeah)
She said keep going daddy hit it like that
Tippy toeing, bend it over like damn
Feel like hugh heffy, hefty, been in my bag

Sound the alarm, round up the troops
Everybody come to the rendezvous
Chilling in the waves, in the waves so cool
Everybody jiggin on my side of the pool
We dont wanna kick it with your attitude
When i hit, she throw it right back to me
Ayo g, you gon' pass that to me
Stay lokey, yo bitch is sad sad choosing

I, hopped out ice cream
Hopped out ice cream (Yeah)
Hopped out ice cream
I, hopped out ice cream (Yeah)

Hopped out ice cream cone
Just got home
I aint seen bro in a minute
Dappered down head to toe
Blowing up my phone
Had to hit the woah on the bitches
(Woooahh)
Wind blow with the bitches, marilyn monroe, she strike a pose on these n*ggas
Fine dining, got the gold and the riches
Everybody else got they f*cking nose in your business
Holla (Holla)
I'm a young shot caller, 5'7'' baller (Baller)
Yeah yeah yeah
Holla (Holla)
I'm a yound shot caller, 5'7' baller (Baller)
Baller, i hopped out ice cream
Hopped out i scream yeah (Yeah)
Hopped out ice cream
I, hopped out ice cream yeah (Yeah)