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WTFFF (feat. Lil Yachty, Honest, Draft Day, Camo!)
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Yeah, yeah
Man, ayy, huh, huh
Carti gang, we push or slide
Without a doubt, we ready to ride
So much ice on us, don't need the glide
We stackin' that money and cry
Yeah, tax your profit, that bitch
I go and jet the line on a bitch
I ain't never ever made time for a ho
First round business got millions at the door
Yeah, cup full of blood, somebody died
Concrete fell off, somebody lied
I got the blick on my hip so it ain't
No room to put my pride to the side
Buyin' a ticket to one of our shows the only time our worlds collide
I'm the type to put swag on a ho
My bitch love when I dress to the fly
You the type, probably go cry for the bitch
I go Kobe at the line on a bitch
More money than us, preposterous
This Louis bag is ostrich
I'm in NYC in a GLE with an ARP like who fuckin' with me?
Who fuckin' with us? Who fuckin' with we?
I'm a mud man, nigga, and I'm so concrete
Not usin' your head, get knocked off your feet
Don't check out the price, nigga, check out the heat
Don't check on me, nigga, check on your ho
I'm switchin' my clothes like I'm switchin' my flows
You get what you see and this life ain't free
Tryna up a B, I done mastered the key
Play this shit back, now they runnin' to me
Put on the ride, now we ridin' 'round geeked
Everything loaded, got captain seats
These niggas hatin', wanna see us deceased
Five star everything, every dollar eats
We on the run but they ain't catchin' me
What the fuck?
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
You, uh-huh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ski, Ski, it's us, Ski
I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane (Okay)
I took the— (Ayy)
I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane
Too many guns on gang, I'm task force
I heard your tape, that shit sound like my last name
I put the belt on niggas, my last name
Rich nigga leanin', I'm Cartier crash gang
Ride with the best in my family
Ride with the best in my family
Ride with the best in my family
Concrete
Feel like 50 when he made The Massacre
I go CC, nigga, Sebastian
Got the gang locked up, Chris Masters
Chain hit like a natural disaster
Chain hit like a left hand from Tank
Diamond fishbowl, got her at the sink
Got her runnin' my errands like Hank
Like Hank, I just hit a home run
Boy, you a ho, you make store runs
Boy, I go Ku, Gohan
I'm sittin' on shit like a futon (Okay, what?)
I'm standin' on shit like a futon (Okay)
That ain't your pipe, show your gun (Okay)
And I'm choppin' up shit like shogun (Okay)
Fuck that, six hundred K on both arms (Okay)
Walk 'round this bitch with a pipe bomb (Okay)
Geekin' at most of the right wrongs
It's all that I roll, that shit's a python (Okay)
Pussy get wet with my ice on (Okay)
Diamonds is brighter than nylon (Okay)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm (Okay)
I fuck her, keep her that light on (Okay)
Cockin' my right arm (Okay)
I kill that bygone, be bygone (Okay)
Ayy (Okay)
I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)
None of them niggas get flyer than us (Okay)
I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)
None of them niggas get higher than us (Okay)
I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)
None of them niggas rap better than us
Number one pick, bitch, I'm winnin' regardless
My baby fine but I'm drop-dead gorgeous
Spoil her, GG, three whip around horses
I'm laughin' you niggas, we givin' out quarters
Guns like a chrome but this G Lock for smarter
Hollows gon' burn you, don't go greet the sermon
I got some thick shit ready in Germany
We have more rank than a motherfuckin' colonel
You gotta grind for them to say that you earned it
First round draft, that boy, he deserve it
The way that we movin', got a worldwide permit
Said it already, it's us, yeah, you heard me, pussy
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