WTF!! ft. ScoreBoyy Lyrics

If you're not a billionaire, you can't handle this

Jack, just want a drink

No

Look

You ain't even got a dollar, you a bum

They see that nigga walkin' down the street like here he come

Ra-da-da-da-da-da, that's the drum

I could really live another nigga life with a punch

Fifth grader, you got beat about your lunch

Lil' bitch wanna fuck with all her money

What the fuck, man

What the

I got B.B. Simon on off in a whippa

I got popper on my system

Think I'm fuckin' up my look

Left my bitch for a date and this dumb nigga took

Drank, cock, fuckin' hellcat

All my niggas smokin' strikes, bitch, can't you smell that

Shot a nigga in the chest, she gotta feel bad

I don't rap, I just grab a beat and sit back

Yeah, it's the fuck rap

That's a nigga life in that bag

Please don't touch that

Nugget on this bitch face, she tryna look back

Matter of fact, I just got a chick

I think I love rap

Nigga, stop that

Grady gettin' mad at me every time I stop the rap

Finna play this nigga deaf and buy him a casket

Finna move to Las Vegas, nigga, they ain't got no taxis

Tell a nigga, stop callin' her back and beat it

Why the fuck I'm mad at this nigga

I ain't got no reason

Nigga, fuck MJ, I ain't got the two threes

This nigga run up on me, pop the nigga in his two knees

My niggas movin' bows a week, your niggas movin' two Gs

My main bitch want Chanel, cause she a grippin', it got two Gs

And I'm the type of nigga to throw the world away, if it's not loose sleeves

And she the type of bitch that come inside and fuck the whole team

You too close to me

It means I'ma fuck another city, it means the most to me

Get money and fuck hoes from out the city, that's how it's supposed to be

And I'm fucked up in the store, storm for storm, can't fuck with me

And he ain't smokin' dead, niggas can't smoke with me

The accent was the smell up in the room, it's the dopamine

I forgot I have a pole up on the body, it kept pokin' me

She keep sayin' that she loyal all day, she keep jokin' me

I'm from the Barbara, she keep gettin' close to me

I'll just fade to a couple words, I'm gettin' high and I ain't said a thing

I'm loaded to the sky, I'm in the store, I'm actin', can I sing

I really fucked up and she just bumped up from on my team

I'm gettin' high off packs a week and double cups for all the lean

Got me feelin' like I'm Draymond

He went into some shit he couldn't handle, then he AWOL

Dumpin' out a clip on me, muh, cause y'all think I hate y'all

Regardless of the year, bro, my song's right at the Great Wall

Jack just went drank