WTF

(Ayo, C, what you tellin' 'em)
(Papa, you get?)

I don't pop pills, I do drills (I do)
Cook down opps with this portable grill
I love the thrill, when we spin them wheels
See man get hit and squeal (ahh, bitch)
Feel the bullets like rain (baow)
They're quicker than trains
Chest shot faint, he's a strain

No human can survive this pain
But I've seen stranger things, like Mike
A opp boy died and got revived (how?)
What a life
Ten toes down with my knife
I'm in the nine, who's tryna slice (bang, bang)
Run up on who? You must wanna die (wanna die)
I'll show you I don't lie in my rhymes

Baddie with a fatty, call me daddy
Hmm, she look good like candy
Grab on her neck like Randy
Told her give me dome like sandy
I'm horny as hell, I'm sipping on brandy
(Hennessy, Hennessy)
Two fingers, but comes in handy
Look at her pussy get splashy

Wet
Then I hit it from back 'til I sweat
If I nut quick, I'm in your debt (mm-hm, that's true)
Until I bruck down revenge (yes)
Ask them boy there (ask 'em)
The get backs intense
Yo, I'm smoking ya dead
He's dead, stretched, no hospital bed

I smoke that yute before bed (I do)
I'm venomous, I can't change
Nine or eight, get tanned and sprayed
He prayed, looked down and said, "Rah, I'm here I'm quay" (I'm quay, oh my god)
Send that yute to the sky (the sky)
And I ain't gonna lie (no lie), I'm just living my life (my life)

Single shots, die from one
I'm high as fuck, got shh ina blunt
L-L-Let's go on a hunt
I wanna capture one (I do)
I hope them niggas don't run
Like, "Rah, are you dum?" (Are you dum?)
Come here you lil' punk
Wait, he's civilian

Yo broski, get off the paves
Before you get whipped like a fucking slave
And wake up in the darkest cave
No gulag 'round here (nah)

Make sure it's certain (wait, that nigga)
Before we burst 'em, but if a civ' got slapped widda opp
Tell him he's good, it wasn't on purpose (my bad)
Next time dodge, stop being worthless
Chill with them, get caught with them
Get hurt like them, who really who cares? (Who?)

Now shh
I see three man by the steps
You got right, I go left
This shit can't go left
Pow (on my god)

Make dem understand they ain't running shit (nah)
All they do is run from the blicks
Runway faster, when it goes click (oh, man)
Click (oh, damn)
Click (goddamn)
What the fuck?
How you chat online but ya life is a lie
Ain't gonna lie, you gotta to die

When I step, I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife (and knife)
Pree the strive when I strike (grrah)
Got aim, hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more (spine the block and crash)
Yo, let take out the trash, grrah (baow, baow)

When I step, I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife (and knife)
Pree the strive when I strike (grrah)
Got aim, hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more (spine the block and crash)
Yo, let take out the trash, grrah (baow, baow, baow)