Wtf (feat. Nettspend)

He say he gon' catch me, do me bad

I don’t know 'bout that

Don't know 'bout that cash, trappin' sent

Yo' ass just too bad

I’m up in the cut with my FN, bitch, I'm not going back

Bitch, I got that stick, pour up, suck ass **** hoppin' dick

Why you **** hoppin' on the wave?

You do not know 'bout shit

**** in your city, you ain’t pop out, what the fuck, yeah

Bitch I got that stick up in my coat, what the fuck, yeah

Ballin' on these **** like a motherfuckin' don, huh

Slime out yo' mans, he got hit down with that pump, yeah

You got no bands, ****, do not pull a stunt, yeah

Yo' bitch a fan, ****, hit her from the front

I got guap up in my hands, so I do not have to stunt

Bitch, they kicked yo' up ass out, you was not payin' up front

Yeah, you better watch your mouth 'cause I got sticks up in the trunk

I got gas up in that bag, so you cannot roll my blunt

Do not know where **** at, yo' dudes be speaking down for nothin'

Why you talkin' down on lil’ Nett, like put that front

You ain’t walkin' down no Nett, when we walk, yeah you cannot walk

I got that Glock up on my hip, jumpin' .23 on my gun

And when we run up, I'm not gon' run, because I'm jumpin' out the cut

Yeah, bitch, I'm jumpin' out the cut

I got that Glock up on my hip, walk down, take that gun

Walk down in scene, bruh the fuck, what's the stunt?

Me and killjae stuck in Richmond with the 1's

Me and Nick Zuro jumpin' out the gates, with some guns

And I'ma packrunner, love her out her ass, fuck it up

Like, in the trap seat, you makin' mad racks, what's the word?

You be high off crack, I be smoking loud

I check my nerves