WTF!歌詞

作詞 : Patavious Isom/Jacob Hanson
作曲 : Patavious Isom/Jacob Hanson
[Chorus]
Nigga, what the ****?! (Huh?)
Bitch, what the ****?! (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the ****?! (Bitch, what the ****?!)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the ****?!
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the ****?!
[Bridge]
Shut the **** up
Shut the **** up (Bitch), shut the **** up (Stupid ho)
Shut the **** up (Bitch), shut the **** up (Stupid ho)
(What the ****?!)
[Verse 1]
**** whoever don't like this song, I crank this bitch up by my own (Ayy-ayy)
Crunkstars in the ****in' crowd, get buck, get wild, let's go, let's go (Let's go, let's go)
I might jaw a nigga just to show him I ain't no ****in ho (No ****in ho)
I told Wafi, "Heavy on the ice, my pockets on ****in' swole"
Building my brand from the ****in' ground up, you ain't never gone see me fold (See me fold)
See my ice, she see my whip, the bitch gon' blow like good C4
I don't know nobody realer, I'm really eatin' steaks with some muh****in' killers
You must want Anna like Miller
Bitch, I'm rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters
Still on my toes like Thriller
And bitch, I own all my cars, I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas
On God
[Chorus]
Nigga, what the ****?! (Huh?)
Nigga, what the ****?! (Nigga, what the ****?!)
Bitch, what the ****?! (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the ****?! (Bitch, what the ****?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the ****?!
[Verse 2]
Cock the Glock, get popped, get dropped
This not a hard top, this the drop (The drop)
Put me on any beat, I bet I pop (I pop)
Nigga really talking like Duke ain't the hardest
Rap game janitor, take out the garbage
Styling, I can drip a shirt out of Target
Black and white money, I'm in everybody market
Lacking never, gangsta forever
Why pay a shooter? I can shoot the shit better
Bottom plastic, the top is metal
Shoot 'em, bow-bow, leave his soul in the weather
I did it, I done it, now tell me who better
Don't play with Duke Deuce, that's a whole 'nother level
Wherever, whenever, pop shit on whoever
Protected by God, but the choppa the devil (Yeah, yeah)
Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold
Leave your ho 'cause she might get stole
I was out late, you was under your ho
You ain't got no grind, can't meet your goals
Everybody know I'm that nigga, but don't nobody know you, nigga
Money ain't fall in my lap
Niggas done threatened my life, I was still thinkin' 'bout money
Like niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin, you ain't never even beat up nothin'
Last time I checked, you a bitch, you must turnt to a G or some
You too old to be trying to get rank
Lil' boy, sit down before you get spanked, bitch
[Chorus]
Nigga, what the ****?! (Huh?)
Nigga, what the ****?! (Nigga, what the ****?!)
Bitch, what the ****?! (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the ****?! (Bitch, what the ****?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the ****?!
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the ****?!