"WTF" lyrics
I don't pop pills, I do drills
Cook down opps
With this portable grill
I love the thrill
When we spin them wheels
See man get hit and squeal
Feel the bullets
Like rain
They're quicker than trains
Chest shot faint
He's a strain
No human can survive this pain
But I've seen stranger things like Mike
A opp boy died and got revived
What a life
10 toes down with my knife
I'm in the 9 who's tryna slice
Run up on who
You must wanna die
I'll show you I don't lie in my rhymes
Baddie with a fatty call me daddy
Hmm she look good like candy
Grab on her neck like Randy
Told her give me dome like sandy
I'm horny as hell
I'm sipping on brandy
(Hennessy Hennessy)
2 fingers
But comes in handy
Look at her pussy get splashy
Wet
Then I hit it from back
Till I sweat
If I nut quick
I'm in your debt
Until I bruck down
Revenge (yes)
Ask them boy there
The get backs intense
Yo I'm smoking ya dead
He's dead
Stretched
No hospital bed
I smoke that yute before bed
I'm venomous I can't change
9 or 8
Get tanned and sprayed
He prayed looked down
And said rah I'm here I'm quay
Send that yute to the sky
And I ain't gonna lie
I'm just living my life
Single shots
Die from one
I'm high as fuck
Got shh ina blunt
Let's go on a hunt
I wanna capture one
I hope them nigga don't run
Like rah are you dumb
Come here you lil punk
Wait
He's civilian
Yo broski get off the paves
Before you get whipped like a fucking slave
And wake up in the darkest cave
No gulag round here
Make sure it's certain
Before we burst em
But if a civ got slapped
Widda opp
Tell him hes good
It wasn't on purpose
Next time dodge stop being worthless
Chill with them
Get caught with them
Get hurt like them
Who really who cares
Nowwww shhhh
I see 3 man by the steps
You got right
I go left
This shit can't go left
Pow
Make dem understand they ain't running shit
All they do is run from the blicks
Runway faster
When it goes click
Click
Click
What the fuck
How you chat online
But ya life is a lie
Ain't gonna lie
You gotta to die
When I step
I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife
Pree the Strive
When I strike
Got aim
Hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more
[?]
Graaaraaaaraaara POW GRRR POW
When I step
I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife
Pree the Strive
When I strike
Got aim
Hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more
[?]
Graaaraaaaraaara POW GRRR POW
Cook down opps
With this portable grill
I love the thrill
When we spin them wheels
See man get hit and squeal
Feel the bullets
Like rain
They're quicker than trains
Chest shot faint
He's a strain
No human can survive this pain
But I've seen stranger things like Mike
A opp boy died and got revived
What a life
10 toes down with my knife
I'm in the 9 who's tryna slice
Run up on who
You must wanna die
I'll show you I don't lie in my rhymes
Baddie with a fatty call me daddy
Hmm she look good like candy
Grab on her neck like Randy
Told her give me dome like sandy
I'm horny as hell
I'm sipping on brandy
(Hennessy Hennessy)
2 fingers
But comes in handy
Look at her pussy get splashy
Wet
Then I hit it from back
Till I sweat
If I nut quick
I'm in your debt
Until I bruck down
Revenge (yes)
Ask them boy there
The get backs intense
Yo I'm smoking ya dead
He's dead
Stretched
No hospital bed
I smoke that yute before bed
I'm venomous I can't change
9 or 8
Get tanned and sprayed
He prayed looked down
And said rah I'm here I'm quay
Send that yute to the sky
And I ain't gonna lie
I'm just living my life
Single shots
Die from one
I'm high as fuck
Got shh ina blunt
Let's go on a hunt
I wanna capture one
I hope them nigga don't run
Like rah are you dumb
Come here you lil punk
Wait
He's civilian
Yo broski get off the paves
Before you get whipped like a fucking slave
And wake up in the darkest cave
No gulag round here
Make sure it's certain
Before we burst em
But if a civ got slapped
Widda opp
Tell him hes good
It wasn't on purpose
Next time dodge stop being worthless
Chill with them
Get caught with them
Get hurt like them
Who really who cares
Nowwww shhhh
I see 3 man by the steps
You got right
I go left
This shit can't go left
Pow
Make dem understand they ain't running shit
All they do is run from the blicks
Runway faster
When it goes click
Click
Click
What the fuck
How you chat online
But ya life is a lie
Ain't gonna lie
You gotta to die
When I step
I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife
Pree the Strive
When I strike
Got aim
Hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more
[?]
Graaaraaaaraaara POW GRRR POW
When I step
I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife
Pree the Strive
When I strike
Got aim
Hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more
[?]
Graaaraaaaraaara POW GRRR POW
Writer(s): Christian Nadda, Vic Wic
