WHAT!??? Lyrics

MODERN TRASH!!What!?

What!?

What!?

Modern Trash

Modern Trash

Modern Trash

Modern Trash

This that soundtrack she like that

I mic grab no back track

Zaza in my back pack

Like school boy we might crash

This shit's it y'all might float

This my jam yall might fold

Diss my kin sell my soul

Pay my bills rape me slow

I'm ready for war and the fight

Bitch you can move to the side

Get ready to die

I'm ready for war and the fight

Bitch you all up in my sight

So say your goodbyes

I'm ready for war and the fight

Bitch you can move to the side

Get ready to die

I'm ready for war and the fight

Bitch you all up in my sight

So say your goodbyes

What!?

The fuck are you looking at bitch

If I'm grabbing the stick then I'm

Leaving some holes in the bricks of your

Mamas house

What, what, what, what, what

GAHH

Wha, what, what, what, what, what

GAHHH

I'm dream chasing, y'all be hating

Pull up to the spot in clean laces

I'm a fiend lately for the green paper

The only thing I got is free prayers

I don't need favors, I need shit

I don't need cars or my dream crib

I don't need bitches all up on my dick

I just need to get the fuck up out this bitch

I don't need favors, I need shit

I don't need cars or my dream crib

I don't need bitches all up on my dick

I just need to get the fuck up out this bitch

Pull up at the party just so I can catch a body

Ima kill em in the closet Ima fuckin go retarded

Sorry I ain't sorry Ima do this shit tomorrow

If somebody send an addy finna kill somebody daddy

Ima pull in the caddy situation goin badly

Been talkin bout murder cuz its manly

Somebody call the cops cuz he needa stop

Just ran three red lights on the way to the barbershop

Barely boutta blow you would think that I've been a vet

You can try me I don't do it for the internet

I can't lie cause there really aint no benefit

But I don't think that we share the same sentiment

We'll be working till we make it out

While everyone else is worried bout the views

Don't believe the words that come out ya mouth

You do not sell it and we ain't amused

We been workin and working we barely makin it to bed

Up all night then we get up and do it again

Need this shit like I'm fiending for my motherfuckin meds

Like a crackhead this is all that's taking up my head

I'm addicted

I'm really with this

I'm boutta spread this shit like a sickness

I ain't maskin nothing when I spit this

I'm boutta infect my check with some digits