WHAT(?) Lyrics

Think my haters gettin' married, jumped the broom

RIP to your career, gone too soon

Still talkin' shit, I'm not in the mood

Look, one, two, one, two, one two three four

Tag the beat, we tag your toe

Gucci bag and Fendi coat, spin the block and spin some more

See how easy this shit is, this feel like The Carter four

This the same whip, but this bitch cost some more

What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what

T me up, Smith and what

Treat it like my baby, keep it tucked

You just like my thot, you fuckin' suck

You can't even shop, this ten and up

He don't even know who it was, it's tinted up

And we ain't beef unless I fucked your hoe off honey packs

You don't want it back, Got this bitch in gym class

Doin' jumping jacks

And if it's up, like really up, I'm finna cum in that

Niggas disrespect my name boy I ain't wanna rap

We be in a trap throwin' dimes, I need my quarter back

What, what, what, what, what, what

Ten deep, 15 deep, bitch it's me

Big ass chopper, NLE

What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what

T me up, Smith and what

Treat it like my baby, keep it tucked

You just like my thot, you fuckin' suck

You can't even shop, this ten and up

He don't even know who it was, it's tinted up