WYTB Lyrics

What ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Fuck ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Fuck ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Fuck ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Call me the king of the trap(What ya talkin bout)

When I step in the spot then they know what it is(Hell ya talkin bout)

I don't wanna hear all that shit that you flexing and snatching(Fuck ya talkin bout)

When nigga you aint even gotta crib(Hell ya talkin bout)

I can pull up on yo mama yo sister yo girl(Fuck ya talkin bout)

And pay every one of their bills(Hell ya talkin bout)

I put that ice in my grill to chill(Fuck ya talkin bout)

To many niggas been dying in the field hey(Hell ya talkin bout)

What ya talkin bout nigga we could do it like this

I'll push the packs imma build us some stacks

And you could go to school for to make us legit

Know how Im rocking Im dumping the bos

Looked in my eyes and her whole body froze

Big shit poppin 4 5 cocking

I'll wipe em down aint no wiping my nose

Worked on my trap I wont trynna be a boss

But I got it honest with money and power

Respect how we stepping we loaded with weapons

I dont give 2 fucks bout a hater being sour

Got on my shit and you could too

Stuck with my grind made a boss move

You gone do what bitch I pity the fool

All I ever did was stay down and be true

Hood on my head like Im fitna go drop

Im in the back with the bih getting bop

My windows tinted you just see the dark

That give them pc so watch for the cops

Spend up the 20s Im stacking the 100s

Used to cash out earned my way to get fronted

I like my car like my plug to be foreign

But bird got the hemi and that shit be roaring

What ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Fuck ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Fuck ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Fuck ya talkin bout

Hell ya talkin bout

Call me the king of the trap(What ya talkin bout)

When I step in the spot then they know what it is(Hell ya talkin bout)

I don't wanna hear all that shit that you flexing and snatching(Fuck ya talkin bout)

When nigga you aint even gotta crib(Hell ya talkin bout)

I can pull up on yo mama yo sister yo girl(Fuck ya talkin bout)

And pay every one of their bills(Hell ya talkin bout)

I put that ice in my grill to chill(Fuck ya talkin bout)

To many niggas been dying in the field hey(Hell ya talkin bout)