Dremoney01 - WTF (feat. Lil savv & Drex) Lyrics

Who the f*ck is these niggas acting like they with the shit
Why the f*ck is these bitches acting like they drill shit
Y'all ain't never did shit, man dats cap in yall rap
I ain't playing with no niggas, boy it's time for head taps

He said he put his homie on so we took him off the map
You a savage on the net, in real life you just a bitch
My trigger finger inchin', like it took a Percocet
Don't mention me in no song, I ain't doing no diss rap

You gon' f*ck around, be walking around with your head wrapped
I don't know 50 Cent, but you know I keep my strap
Turn your ass to a pack, now you know your life a wrap
I can't hang with these niggas, cause I know they ass gone squeal

Think about taking some from me? Put my shorties on yo ass
Yeah, put my shorties on your ass
One, two, on the count of three, bitch we gon' let it ride
Four, five, hanging out the window, trying to tap his mind

Six, seven, on the run to eight, cause he ain't have his nine
Ten, eleven, five, five, six, tap his back, they hit his spine
I don't f*ck with 12 that's thirteen in his prime
Fourteen, fifteen, I don't f*ck with lil bitch, but they be trying to slide

And they getting bumped, f*ck no glee, f*ck I look like nuke
Brother it in the hood, burned the scat you know that bitch I took
Swing it down, they block them niggas'stop hiding tell them pop out
233 gon' hit a chest like damn he doing a mop now

Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
Them shields hot, them bitches burning all through his chest
They called me the reaper, f*ck I look like being a vet
Ayy, bounce out, get that clap, neighbors askin', what just happened

I'm doggin' the shit out the scat, we use the pad, don't do no jackin
When I'm in the hood, I keep my fire, nigga know I don't do no lackin
Walkin' through my opps, shit, that's me and my gun no need for hot
Them niggas ride up the street, they better not post up on their blocks

Ain't gon' lie, I catch one trappin', his ass gon' die, tryna serve a rock
24-four bappin', gettin' that toss-up out the window
I like bouncin' out and make shit duck just like a limbo
S.S. Switchin' lanes and just here tinted like a limo

Had to tell Dreski to slow down he poppin' yeti like he got broke bones
No passes for the opps, we get that lo we gon' spin it
Ready to die about that bitch, that pussy must got gold in it
I'll hop out on they blocks and shoot a movie, Cole Bennett

Tryna get rich off rapping , so every bar my soul in it
Yeah, you know what the f*ck goin' on
Money gang shit, JMG
You know, just, you turnin' up in this motherf*cker

You know what time it is, bitch
Money gang, Die rats