"WTF!" lyrics
It's not looking good
Wooo
Wooo
Yeah, what the fuck do you mean
What the fuck do you mean?
What the fuck do you bleed?
Know you not with the team
I had nightmares, no, they not dreams
Don't run up it's gon' be bloody scene
I'm insane like I'm still popping beans
Shawty bad and she touching my jeans
Got a bag, got it by any means
And how could I not
How you gon' hate on me like I won't hear when your body gon' drop
I spent like 15 on her bracelet and a plain Cartier watch
I was like 15 popping ecstasy everyday with a jawlock
I'm doing big things yeah my enemies and they don't get no guap
I'm in a coupe with a hunnid rounds
She say I'm big drip I might drown
Got a bag, got it right out the ground
I'm a star, but I just ain't been found
Big broke, you a mufuckin' clown
Out of school, but I'm always gon' count
Not my twin, you ain't go down this route
She gon' do what I say
Fucking on her the right way
On my wrist is an ice tray
In my car, that's where I race
Bad bitch in the bed where I lay
Better take off, I won't die in LA
I won't die in LA
What the fuck do you mean?
What the fuck do you bleed?
Know you not with the team
I had nightmares, no, they not dreams
Don't run up it's gon' be bloody scene
I'm insane like I'm still popping beans
Shawty bad and she touching my jeans
Got a bag, got it by any means
And how could I not
How you gon' hate on me like I won't hear when your body gon' drop
I spent like 15 on her bracelet and a plain Cartier watch
I was like 15 popping ecstasy everyday with a jawlock
I'm doing big things yeah my enemies and they don't get no guap
I'm a dead man how did you know
Holding hands with my girl she a ghost
Keep a chop, you get burnt like some toast
Bitch I'm fresh, I feel like I'm bankroll
You my twin, then don't act like a hoe
I don't play, no, this ain't for no show
Know your bitch and I got her like "oh"
Acting out then I'm getting you gone
Fuck a friend, run it up for my mom
I'm a man, I'll admit if I'm wrong
Shawty chosed up, said I'm turning her on
They sit on my lap and don't have to get drunk
Yeah, the world mine, got this shit in my palm
Which side are you on
Wooo
Wooo
Yeah, what the fuck do you mean
What the fuck do you mean?
What the fuck do you bleed?
Know you not with the team
I had nightmares, no, they not dreams
Don't run up it's gon' be bloody scene
I'm insane like I'm still popping beans
Shawty bad and she touching my jeans
Got a bag, got it by any means
And how could I not
How you gon' hate on me like I won't hear when your body gon' drop
I spent like 15 on her bracelet and a plain Cartier watch
I was like 15 popping ecstasy everyday with a jawlock
I'm doing big things yeah my enemies and they don't get no guap
I'm in a coupe with a hunnid rounds
She say I'm big drip I might drown
Got a bag, got it right out the ground
I'm a star, but I just ain't been found
Big broke, you a mufuckin' clown
Out of school, but I'm always gon' count
Not my twin, you ain't go down this route
She gon' do what I say
Fucking on her the right way
On my wrist is an ice tray
In my car, that's where I race
Bad bitch in the bed where I lay
Better take off, I won't die in LA
I won't die in LA
What the fuck do you mean?
What the fuck do you bleed?
Know you not with the team
I had nightmares, no, they not dreams
Don't run up it's gon' be bloody scene
I'm insane like I'm still popping beans
Shawty bad and she touching my jeans
Got a bag, got it by any means
And how could I not
How you gon' hate on me like I won't hear when your body gon' drop
I spent like 15 on her bracelet and a plain Cartier watch
I was like 15 popping ecstasy everyday with a jawlock
I'm doing big things yeah my enemies and they don't get no guap
I'm a dead man how did you know
Holding hands with my girl she a ghost
Keep a chop, you get burnt like some toast
Bitch I'm fresh, I feel like I'm bankroll
You my twin, then don't act like a hoe
I don't play, no, this ain't for no show
Know your bitch and I got her like "oh"
Acting out then I'm getting you gone
Fuck a friend, run it up for my mom
I'm a man, I'll admit if I'm wrong
Shawty chosed up, said I'm turning her on
They sit on my lap and don't have to get drunk
Yeah, the world mine, got this shit in my palm
Which side are you on
Writer(s): Davis Wilson, Christopher Morgan
