WTF ft. Leekflexin Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
(Jonathan?)
Aye
I been talking all this shit for a lil while but it get crazy though
I ain't gon' cap to you right now, I'm off the lazy though
Don't pass me shit 'cause nigga I'm gon' probably tell you no
Aye, lil Leeky trying to spin, trying to up the score
Aye, what the fuck they been on? Talking shit about me, I don't even know
Police snatched me up, I got to act like I ain't even blow
Aye, when you hop up in Beamer you can't see inside this boat
I told brodie, what this do? One-eighty? Naw, he told me more, like, what the fuck nigga
Aye, one-twenty up in traffic
Hit that right lane, that left lane, we trying to cause a havoc
I ain't tweaking though, you see me you won't probably think I got it
'Til I pop up right up out of fucking nowhere like it's magic
I done fucked on hella bitches, left 'em lonely, that shit tragic
I don't give a fuck though
You come up in the trap, lil nigga better not slam the front door
We seen that nigga lacking and he turned around like, uh-oh
We in that Audi speeding past the lights don't give a fuck tho
I been on stupid shit, I'm popping out with shiesty and my grip
Folks 'nem call, he finna pull-up, finna bring another zip
I'm wit' Lil B.O.L.O. clutching on that
Sipping on that fifth
Don't approach me actin crazy then get scared when I reach for my hip
You stupid bitch
And we all got blicks up in this bitch on some no lacking shit
Them crashout boys, they be with me, prolly crash the whip on dummy shit
I ain't got time for all that talking, man, no funny shit
I'm with them Arabs, and we trying to get that money quick
And I don't give a fuck if you is bad, bitch, I ain't with that slutty shit
And half the niggas hanging 'round me running shit
Other half be tweaking off some Percs or off some other shit
Like, look
Pass the Perc, I don't know what to do
Got different flavor bitches trying to fuck but I don't fuck with you
I been off the X for way too long and I been spinning too
And bro be off that Molly, walking through they block with .40, dude
Gang, look, aye
And we like six deep, chilling, cooling
Seen the fucking opps, we put 'em six feet
Ran into my ex bitch and I could tell she miss me
Me and B.O.L.O. laughing at them goofies trying to diss me
Look, hold on
Look, we just be chilling though
Yeah, up in my city it's a whole lot of killing foe
And me and B.O.L.O. chilling 'cause that Zaza lowkey hitting though
I pop a yoppa every now and then to numb the feeling tho
If you play with my money you get packed up
I'm clearing shit up right now, so niggas bet not act up
And I've been on my grind for way too long, I got my stacks up
And I've been in that stu for way too long, I got my raps up
Dirty fucking stick ah make a goofy nigga back up
What's up with all these bitches trying to fuck 'cause I'm a rapper
Dirty fucking stick ah make a goofy nigga back up
What's up with all these bitches trying to fuck 'cause I'm a rapper