(Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up)
(Ayy, Dom)
Huh, who the f*ck these niggas is?
Huh, who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run a million dollars up, up inside these Raf Simons
The f*ck they think they playin' with?
Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my celin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even f*ckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the f*ck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They wasn't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
Huh, I don't know who the f*ck these niggas is
Who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't f*ck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star how I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin'
Who the f*ck is these bitches?
Who the f*ck these niggas is?
Who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
WTF Video (MV)
Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Written by: Aaron Ho, Adam Smith, Aiden Yetman, Benjamin Ibrahimovic, Daniel Lebrun, Kentrell Gaulden, Maurice "Kenoe" Jordan, Onika Maraj-Petty
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - WTF Lyrics
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(Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up)
(Ayy, Dom)
Huh, who the f*ck these niggas is?
Huh, who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run a million dollars up, up inside these Raf Simons
The f*ck they think they playin' with?
Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my celin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even f*ckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the f*ck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They wasn't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
Huh, I don't know who the f*ck these niggas is
Who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't f*ck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star how I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin'
Who the f*ck is these bitches?
Who the f*ck these niggas is?
Who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
(Ayy, Dom)
Huh, who the f*ck these niggas is?
Huh, who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run a million dollars up, up inside these Raf Simons
The f*ck they think they playin' with?
Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my celin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even f*ckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the f*ck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They wasn't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
Huh, I don't know who the f*ck these niggas is
Who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't f*ck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star how I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin'
Who the f*ck is these bitches?
Who the f*ck these niggas is?
Who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
Writer: Aaron Ho, Adam Smith, Aiden Yetman, Benjamin Ibrahimovic, Daniel Lebrun, Kentrell Gaulden, Maurice "Kenoe" Jordan, Onika Maraj-Petty
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group