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WTF
267
Hip-Hop/Rap
WTF was released on March 21, 2024 by ZeroGames Records as a part of the album WTF - Single
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Release DateMarch 21, 2024
LabelZeroGames Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
V9
V9
Rap
Big Papa313
Big Papa313
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zero Games Records
Zero Games Records
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Papa313
Big Papa313
Producer, Executive Producer

Lyrics

(Ayo, C, what you tellin' 'em)
(Papa, you get?)
I don't pop pills, I do drills (I do)
Cook down opps with this portable grill
I love the thrill, when we spin them wheels
See man get hit and squeal (ahh, bitch)
Feel the bullets like rain (baow)
They're quicker than trains
Chest shot faint, he's a strain
No human can survive this pain
But I've seen stranger things, like Mike
A opp boy died and got revived (how?)
What a life
Ten toes down with my knife
I'm in the nine, who's tryna slice (bang, bang)
Run up on who? You must wanna die (wanna die)
I'll show you I don't lie in my rhymes
Baddie with a fatty, call me daddy
Hmm, she look good like candy
Grab on her neck like Randy
Told her give me dome like sandy
I'm horny as hell, I'm sipping on brandy
(Hennessy, Hennessy)
Two fingers, but comes in handy
Look at her pussy get splashy
Wet
Then I hit it from back 'til I sweat
If I nut quick, I'm in your debt (mm-hm, that's true)
Until I bruck down revenge (yes)
Ask them boy there (ask 'em)
The get backs intense
Yo, I'm smoking ya dead
He's dead, stretched, no hospital bed
I smoke that yute before bed (I do)
I'm venomous, I can't change
Nine or eight, get tanned and sprayed
He prayed, looked down and said, "Rah, I'm here I'm quay" (I'm quay, oh my god)
Send that yute to the sky (the sky)
And I ain't gonna lie (no lie), I'm just living my life (my life)
Single shots, die from one
I'm high as fuck, got shh ina blunt
L-L-Let's go on a hunt
I wanna capture one (I do)
I hope them **** don't run
Like, "Rah, are you dum?" (Are you dum?)
Come here you lil' punk
Wait, he's civilian
Yo broski, get off the paves
Before you get whipped like a fucking slave
And wake up in the darkest cave
No gulag 'round here (nah)
Make sure it's certain (wait, that ****)
Before we burst 'em, but if a civ' got slapped widda opp
Tell him he's good, it wasn't on purpose (my bad)
Next time dodge, stop being worthless
Chill with them, get caught with them
Get hurt like them, who really who cares? (Who?)
Now shh
I see three man by the steps
You got right, I go left
This shit can't go left
Pow (on my god)
Make dem understand they ain't running shit (nah)
All they do is run from the blicks
Runway faster, when it goes click (oh, man)
Click (oh, damn)
Click (goddamn)
What the fuck?
How you chat online but ya life is a lie
Ain't gonna lie, you gotta to die
When I step, I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife (and knife)
Pree the strive when I strike (grrah)
Got aim, hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more (spine the block and crash)
Yo, let take out the trash, grrah (baow, baow)
When I step, I use my left and right
I got my Glock and knife (and knife)
Pree the strive when I strike (grrah)
Got aim, hit man off his bike
Bullets enter ya skin like spikes
If we see more (spine the block and crash)
Yo, let take out the trash, grrah (baow, baow, baow)
Written by: Zero Games Records
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