WTF Lyrics

Yo what the fuck?

Shoot my flows precise you wanna roll the dice

Take a gamble on me will have you owe for life

Fuck a sober life I got some demons that cost me a lot

But I'll never show the price

It's getting cold I'm getting bold at least more than I used to before

Than I used to before like woah

When I was pushed around a pussy took the chip up on my shoulder

Just to chip your Ego

Just to chip your ego

So many flows I don't know which one to pick

I'll get right back to you and let you know

Back to you and let you know

I change it up like my ex she was a hoe but

Hoes gone be hoes but it still bothers me like yo what the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Yo what the fuck?

But I'm not to be trifled with grab my microphone and turn that shit into a rifle bitch

Pow pow click click shots fired I'm the shit I fire too quick

Trigger happy gladly inspire you pricks to retire from this

I'm on the run like a child tryna get away from a pedophiles dick

Gotta devise some rhymes you wouldn't likely spit tonight on sight

Next time we meet eyes I'm popping one and knocking out ya fucking lights

Word to little bro I'm my step Bros initials but only with an E and an I

Satan in the blood and flesh every time I get on this fucking mic

Flows so euphoric that's why it's sounds like I do coke on it you can't ignore it

Mad ignorant like a bitch who's oblivious to the phone recording

Put that pussy in my face I'm the shit like Shoval's breath hold up wait

My bro really ate it from the back and said let me get this shit on tape

I'm so sick like Covid I spit dope shit when I flow lines

That's why you're so nosy when I get mine bag's so fine

You're flow sits still like a faucet froze I'm so sick real and I got no chill

And I got some coffins for you're homies still you can't hold me still

("Hold the fuck up")

Fan of the craft and the crap that you rap got me snapping

And packing the rhymes in The mag

Clap back like a savage ima send 21 shots to a single adversary and that's

Overkill on the track gotta prove I still got it

Like for real bring it back every time I spit fast

They be thinkings that that's only kind of shit I do

Woah you really think that's a fact?

Those are just words you spit like they're not some complex verses nick

You are not the type to murder shit when I ask have you ever heard my shit

They say nope but they still talk that shit

Like I'm not the one who started this shit

Like I'm not the one who used to be Wack

Til I got so good that it sounds like shit?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

I got so good that it sounds shit?

Yo what the fuck?

Hold on wait. What the fuck?

For real? What the fuck?

Yo what the fuck?

I got so good that it sounds shit?

Yo what the fuck?

You must be out of your fucking mind

Hello yes id like to request an ambulance please

How many?

2? 3? 4? 5?

Yeah 5?