WTF? ft. RockLifeMusicGroup & Lu Zay Lyrics

Uh, what the fuck, nigga

What the fuck

What the fuck

I could care less about your gang

Boy, you trippin

Think i'm playin'

With this Ruger compact, If you play wrong, bitch I get to spraying

I could care less about that hoe

Hit the door, hoe, Who you playin'

Peep the plot, I'll watch you from a mile away

Can't bite my hand

This hoe, trippin, think I'm goin' for anything

Talkin' bout a wedding ring

Only thing in the circle, Is when they spin

And let they weapon ring

Huh, that hoe, she trimm

You know I'm double A

I'll never change

Huh, you try the gang

You gotta die

Boy we ain't playing no games

Huh, switch on your brother bout these hoes

Lil' bro, you been a lame

Huh, you get the trippin, we get the hittin

So tie your shoes strings

My lil nigga trained to go

His aim fasho', he ain't never been to a range

Got a lil hoe, her brain fasho'

She come eat dick up, like a candy cane

I know the game

I ain't never been no sucker

I got this shit from my brother

I slang God behind my brother

I ran out with the pack, he fumbled

Got 24 floors, I got 24 hoes

I flip shit like gymnastics

He said, that that's his main

He must not know, that lil' bitch Nasty

She act classy, On the internet

I'm chillin' her, I ain't breakin sweat

I'm high i fly oike a private jet

Me & Marlon on top they aint stop us yet

Come on, you know, I'm true to this shit

Not new to this shit, I'm a fuckin' vet

Told the lil hoe, She talk too much

Just say less, and just drop your neck

I dont do relationships, No more that hoe she basic

She don't get no respect

I'm double A, But I fuck with SB,

You play with that, You know what's next

You know this shit straight business

That boy dead, I catch him sleepin

I can't hang around lil bra

Cause he be talkin' on the business

Shawty sit back, And she listen

She want dick, And she want love

I told Shawty that she trippin

I only need money, guns and drugs

Hit yo' block and make it quake

I'm sorry I ain't call you back, I been too busy gettin' paid

Hit his chest, jusy like a vape

And lil' bro can't get no job, So he gon' take you down for that pape

Bitch, this a one-night stand, I ain't tryna be friends

We just fuckin, don't call me bae

Don't call me bae, bitch

What the fuck, nigga

What the fuck

What the fuck

Yeah

Come on

I could care less about your gang

Boy, you trippin

Think i'm playin'

With this Ruger compact, If you play wrong, bitch I get to spraying