Who TF ? Lyrics

Yea

Who the fuck told you niggas you the shit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was lit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was him dog

Aye who the fuck now a nigga getting pissed off

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you the shit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was lit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was him dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas keep it real y'all

I been out the way doing me writing hella shit

I been saying prayers for my niggas moving hella bricks

I been trying get out my head let me find a way

I'm a hit my bitch out in Charlotte make her Harlem shake

I'm a do my dance two step yea I'm lit bitch

I been trying please everybody now I'm selfish

Want to call my ex but I know it ain't good for us

I just pray to God that she find whoever good for her

Homecoming twenty nineteen on that Winston campus

We were lit wish it never ended I ain't even capping

Now I'm cool had to bounce back on you fuck niggas

How you cope with it bitch a nigga got his bag bigger

Backbone from the murda mount yea you heard about us

I don't fold but these other niggas be on origami

Last year lost my older cousin to that overdose

Mad real couldn't couldn't even cry I was fucking broke

Numb to it lost too many people in this life of mine

Shroom trips help a nigga tap in that other side

Tools spit all the young niggas doing all the sliding

Ruth's Chris boy the price you pay for that beef is high

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you the shit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was lit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was him dog

Aye who the fuck now a nigga getting pi- man

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you the shit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was lit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was him dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas keep it real y'all

Uh twenty-seven made it this far yea I thank God

Where I'm from niggas either die or they on that yard

Free my cousins yea them Wiggins boys they'll be home soon

Little Jason hit me for the bread know I'll send it through

I was fifteen in that hood good all because of you

Then you told me I was different I ain't have to be no fool

I remember everything that's a blessing and a curse

Yea them niggas tried to kill me but that shit ain't never work

Bitch I'm blessed God got me I ain't worried bout a thing

You wont catch in the spot bitch unless I'm with the gang

Don't compare me to these rap niggas they ain't getting active

They ain't really trying touch the world they ain't really spazzing

Yea I got it out the mud bitch I finally found traction

If she ever let me hit again I'm a beat her back in

Fuck it dog now I'm here fourth quarter and I'm clutch

Timmy Duncan with with the moves I ain't got to do too much

Who the fuck told you niggas you the shit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was lit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was him dog

Aye who the fuck now a nigga getting pi- man

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you the shit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was lit dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas you was him dog

Aye who the fuck told you niggas keep it real y'all