What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What type of music Yall making
Can't f*ck with the music im mistaking
F*ck the radio station
And wateva f*ck they playing
I did this shit for my daughter boy
In yo lyrics you slaughter boy
You ain't gotta lie my nigga no no
You ain't gotta lie my nigga no no
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
No making love songs no more
Everyone slinging that dope
Everybody think they al Capone
I do this shit for my daughter boy
In yo lyrics you slaughter boy
You ain't gotta lie my nigga no no
You ain't gotta lie my nigga no no
We cooking the dope
We smashing the rock
Nigga we get it we all the block
They in love with that cocoa
So all I serve is that YOLO
Cuz I'm selling all that yola
And all I need is that soda
Gotta glock 40 and chopper too
If you bitch talking I'll pop her too
They around my shit like flies in here
My headlights bright you f*cking deer
Thats roadkill to your f*cking peers
And I'm going crazy my nigga
I'm poison like 80s my nigga
Gimme the tooley or pass me the oozie
Nah what is you saying my nigga
On Twitter ima straight Gangsta
On Instagram I be flexing
I just popped a molly im sweating
Late at night im attaral so she can drop them drawers and get naked
I throw up gang signs with the blood niggas
And I crip walk with the crips dawg
But I keep it real no matter so don't ever test my click dawg
Got the banger Ill erase ya take the bitch and bang her
Hope