"NASTYWERKKKK!" lyrics
femtanyl & ISSBROKIE Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah (f-f-f-femtanyl)
Fuck do you mean I ain't her? Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team? Okay, bitch, yo' whole pack get murked
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap? You ain't even stacked it first
Bitch, I ain't ever stop this shit for nobody
Lil' bitch, you really get stomped if you trippin' about me
I'll put a bitch in the trunk if they trippin' around me
I'm smokin' splits of the Runtz 'til my vision get cloudy
Yo' broke bitch, typa cunt run you out of your county
You wanna talk like a dunce? Cool, let's get rowdy
A pap-pap, make 'em dance, you gon' need you a bounty
To take me down, man, I hate when these fuckboys doubt me
Do me a favor, I ain't doin' ya dirty if I ain't paid first
Two Glocks, big ass like Tracer
Yeah, I'm finna hit Matt Walsh with a laser
I-I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, you a chaser
I chokeslam a beat, Undertaker
More I get real be the more they get faker
Quit talking 'bout a bitch, you a hater
You worried 'bout me while I'm worried 'bout paper
Fuck
Yeah, aight, wallet supersized
Talkin' on my guys, I let bullets fly, yeah
Yeah, aight (Yeah), wallet supersized (Yeah)
Talkin' on my guys (Yeah), I let bullets fly (Yeah)
I let haters die (Yeah), I let fuckboys cry (Yeah)
You don't care 'bout rights (Yeah), you just alt-right (Yeah)
Ri-
Pullin' up in that whatchamacallit
In the trap, home alone, feel like Macaulay Culkin
I'm probably talkin' up ya shawty if ya main thotty callin'
Lil' ho, I'm stayin' in that H2O like a dolphin
You'd think I'm polyamorous the way yo' shawty and mama and auntie and grandma all hit
It probably leave you astonished
Hakuna Matata the way I'm livin', honest to Brahma
I gotta get Gualla, the only typa drama I follow, ISSBROKIE
Fuck do you mean I ain't her? Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team? Okay, bitch, yo' whole pack get murked
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap? You ain't even stacked it first
Fuck do you mean I ain't her? Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team? Okay, bitch, yo' whole pack get murked
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap? You ain't even stacked it first
Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm geeked off a fuckin' Monday
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah (f-f-f-femtanyl)
Fuck do you mean I ain't her? Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team? Okay, bitch, yo' whole pack get murked
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap? You ain't even stacked it first
Bitch, I ain't ever stop this shit for nobody
Lil' bitch, you really get stomped if you trippin' about me
I'll put a bitch in the trunk if they trippin' around me
I'm smokin' splits of the Runtz 'til my vision get cloudy
Yo' broke bitch, typa cunt run you out of your county
You wanna talk like a dunce? Cool, let's get rowdy
A pap-pap, make 'em dance, you gon' need you a bounty
To take me down, man, I hate when these fuckboys doubt me
Do me a favor, I ain't doin' ya dirty if I ain't paid first
Two Glocks, big ass like Tracer
Yeah, I'm finna hit Matt Walsh with a laser
I-I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, you a chaser
I chokeslam a beat, Undertaker
More I get real be the more they get faker
Quit talking 'bout a bitch, you a hater
You worried 'bout me while I'm worried 'bout paper
Fuck
Yeah, aight, wallet supersized
Talkin' on my guys, I let bullets fly, yeah
Yeah, aight (Yeah), wallet supersized (Yeah)
Talkin' on my guys (Yeah), I let bullets fly (Yeah)
I let haters die (Yeah), I let fuckboys cry (Yeah)
You don't care 'bout rights (Yeah), you just alt-right (Yeah)
Ri-
Pullin' up in that whatchamacallit
In the trap, home alone, feel like Macaulay Culkin
I'm probably talkin' up ya shawty if ya main thotty callin'
Lil' ho, I'm stayin' in that H2O like a dolphin
You'd think I'm polyamorous the way yo' shawty and mama and auntie and grandma all hit
It probably leave you astonished
Hakuna Matata the way I'm livin', honest to Brahma
I gotta get Gualla, the only typa drama I follow, ISSBROKIE
Fuck do you mean I ain't her? Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team? Okay, bitch, yo' whole pack get murked
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap? You ain't even stacked it first
Fuck do you mean I ain't her? Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team? Okay, bitch, yo' whole pack get murked
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap? You ain't even stacked it first
Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm geeked off a fuckin' Monday
