WTF

Who the fuck these **** is?

Who the fuck is these bitches?

Who the fuck these people are?

Tell them that we can't kick it

Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real

I'ma get a **** whacked behind these ****

Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and go criss-cross

Run me a million dollars up inside these rap sentences

The fuck they think they playing with?

Bitch, I make millions

I've been plannin' on stackin' bands in my ceilin'

Thinkin' 'bout my little brother Kendell, I start venting

Need to call lil brother J, bang outs with they glizzy

Most these **** can't 4KTrey, I ain't even fuckin' wit' me

Most these **** gon die today, if they try no they can't get me

Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?

I don't remember that face at all, they weren't with me in the trenches

I don't remember them from my granddad house, I'm serious

They weren't with me when I was hanging outside that car, this ain't realistic

Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it

I don't know who the fuck these **** is

Who the fuck these bitches?

Who the fuck these people are?

Go tell them that we can't kick it

Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real

I'ma get a **** wet behind these ****

Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and go criss-cross

Run me a million dollars up inside these rap sentences

Ayo

Cross YoungBoy then you cross the queen

All them internet games turn boys to memes

Keep sleeping on the team, we gon' pause your dreams

They want action, tell my **** cause a scene

Fully active

I keep my shooters in the gym, ****, practice

These bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus

I'm the one that they trail like tractors

And still can't catch a break like fractures

I don't fuck with them, I'm too real

Wanna be me but you keep wishing

All up on a star, hoe, I pinky swear

No matter what you ain't winnin'

Who the fuck is these bitches?

Who the fuck these **** is?

Who the fuck these people are?

Tell them that we can't kick it