WTH Lyrics

(I don't give a fuck bra Ima always be me)

Always high as hell

Brand new YSL

Pop beans, I'm doing swell

Where I'm at? I cannot tell

Your name don't ring no bells

Turn this bitch up by myself

You better wish him well

I'm too geeked up, what the hell?

Ima' just put her down she can't get up, she need help

God damn, I'm geeked for real

I just came back from the hills

I told her I need me some top

She threw on some fancy heels

My other bitch still wanna watch

I told her to sit over here

I'm probably gon' hit up the Doc

I need me some drank with the seal

My bitch she came from Brazil

Better yet, she came from Rio

And she said that she was a Leo

She said that I gave her an ego

I get fly as a bitch like an eagle

I might cut off my wrist like I'm emo

Come through shoot up the spot Tarantino

And I'm never gon' rock Valentino

Lil' boy nothing but net like a free-throw

We some stars, we look through the peep hole

I'm too stuck up to fuck with these people

Got her jumping around off the Tito's

We could roll up that boy like burritos

I get cheese like I was Doritos

Got my Zoe bitch speaking on Creole

Pop X, been geeked off pills

God damn, I'm geeked for real

I just came back from the hills

I told her I need me some top

She threw on some fancy heels

My other bitch still wanna watch

I told her to sit over here

I'm probably gon' hit up the Doc

I need me some drank with the seal

Always high as hell

Brand new YSL

Pop beans, I'm doing swell

Where I'm at? I cannot tell

Your name don't ring no bells

Turn this bitch up by myself

You better wish him well

I'm too geeked up, what the hell?

I'm too geeked up, what the hell?

I'm too geeked up, what the hell?

I'm too geeked up, what the hell?

I'm too geeked up, what the hell?