Dotwav Media - WTF Lyrics

Omg... WTF

Walk up in the party and I let her put it on me
She gone tell her friends "girl, look at what he bought me!"
I can throw Chanel tees in my dirty laundry
I can be an asshole if you really want me to, shit
What these niggas talking bout?
Walk it like I talk it, make em talk bout how I walk it out
Popping in the dirty south
Play my music in your house
Argue I'm the hottest out
Chew my name inside your mouth
Wake up in the morning and don't feel important
We gone talk about how I got to jo from Jordan in a minute, hold it
9-5, we talking suit and tie or talking suicide?
We talking u-n-i or talking you and I how I'm supposed to know?

Wake up in the morning
Wake up, wake up in the morning
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up in the morning
Wake up in the morning
Wake up, wake up in the morning
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up in the morning

Wake up lil niggas, ain't no
Time for slowing
A mighty run and it's kept on going
Steady rollin the streets, my feet planted real well, know im low on upkeeep
Keep them beats to yourself
Do it all with low help, more than fine with ourselves
Know that time surely tells
Just wait til these merch sales

Feelin like I
Live just to sleep as I slave through the week
Bet my car won't start and you bet I grind my teeth
40 hours down fore I put my mind at ease
Meager little check couldn't tear it at the crease

Wake up in the morning feelin like I'm due in court and
Feelin like I'm doin all this work but gettin smaller portion
Feelin like all of the bullshit only led me to this moment
When I really think about it, gotta make myself important

Swear i'm going dumb i'm going stupid hoe
Nigga f*ck a desk and f*ck a cubicle
I rather spend my time feeling so musical
Type of tunes have you feeling so beautiful
Mm, have you feeling fantastic
Flow so dope, please saran wrap the package
Spastic, i'm going so spastic nigga
How you take it, told you you could have it nigga
Nigga f*ck a 9 to 5
Cause I been seeking knowledge but my mind deprived
Hitchhiking off ideas tryna find a ride
GPS the road to success, I've now arrived
Yeah, breaking beats down bit by bit
Gettin shit popped off nigga zit by zit
They say he fine, rhymes mighty divine
Perfectly geared just to stay on his grind

I can't suit up, unless it's trojan
Kama Sutra shorty i'll fold ya
I thought I told ya, niggas awake like they sippin on folgers
Put me in the MOMA, I love my mom, but f*ck a diploma
Don't come in the reef starting that beef, we on Kosher
This for the PUNKS, this for my NIGGAS, this for the CULTURE
I'm like a gun I get triggered imma expose you
Bratty nigga, slimey nose, I got pneumonia (sick sick)