WTF (feat. Ty Gore)
Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
Fuck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no fuck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
I got one bitch, the other side a other, she bang half or sum
The other side gon get me off this cutta, when I jab at sum
This lil bitch just want me to take her shopping, she want a bag or sum
Police pull me over to check my trunk, they seen a bag of sum
Police pull me over, I got a bag on me
Same car, but I been switching different tags on it
Yea and if I want yo head, I'll put a bag on it
Yea this choppa make me wanna... toe tag on him
Ion need a different clip, extended mag on it
New off white shit, still got the tags on it
Yea you would know that it's my bitch, she got a bag on her
You would know that it's my wrist, I got sum bands on it
Fuck a drop, I'll send a hit, ill put some hands on you
Your head not even worth a hunnid, I'll put 10 on you
Sun bathe the choppa, make it put a tan on you
You think we cool, I ain't forget, I'll play pretend on you
Walk inside the club, ima fuck it up
Ima thug, shoot shit up yuh
I don't give a fuck, yuh pistol tucked yuh
Yea I'm on yo block, they was like what the fuck
I just left you bitch crib yuh, I was like (WTF)
I just hit another M, I was like (WTF)
Spin and then we catching him, I was like (WTF)
Shooting at his head again, I was like (WTF)
Yea I'm back in the Benz
Yea I'm fucking her friends
I got all this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Bitch I'm back in the Benz
And I'm fucking her friends
And I got this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
Fuck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no fuck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
Fuck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no fuck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
I got one bitch, the other side a other, she bang half or sum
The other side gon get me off this cutta, when I jab at sum
This lil bitch just want me to take her shopping, she want a bag or sum
Police pull me over to check my trunk, they seen a bag of sum
Police pull me over, I got a bag on me
Same car, but I been switching different tags on it
Yea and if I want yo head, I'll put a bag on it
Yea this choppa make me wanna... toe tag on him
Ion need a different clip, extended mag on it
New off white shit, still got the tags on it
Yea you would know that it's my bitch, she got a bag on her
You would know that it's my wrist, I got sum bands on it
Fuck a drop, I'll send a hit, ill put some hands on you
Your head not even worth a hunnid, I'll put 10 on you
Sun bathe the choppa, make it put a tan on you
You think we cool, I ain't forget, I'll play pretend on you
Walk inside the club, ima fuck it up
Ima thug, shoot shit up yuh
I don't give a fuck, yuh pistol tucked yuh
Yea I'm on yo block, they was like what the fuck
I just left you bitch crib yuh, I was like (WTF)
I just hit another M, I was like (WTF)
Spin and then we catching him, I was like (WTF)
Shooting at his head again, I was like (WTF)
Yea I'm back in the Benz
Yea I'm fucking her friends
I got all this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Bitch I'm back in the Benz
And I'm fucking her friends
And I got this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
Fuck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no fuck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
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Writer(s): Logan Sturm
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