MarlonFyb & RockLifeMusicGroup - WTF? (feat. Lu Zay)

Uh, what the fuck, nigga
What the fuck
What the fuck
I could care less about your gang

Boy, you trippin
Think i'm playin'
With this Ruger compact, If you play wrong, bitch I get to spraying

I could care less about that hoe
Hit the door, hoe, Who you playin'

Peep the plot, I'll watch you from a mile away
Can't bite my hand
This hoe, trippin, think I'm goin' for anything

Talkin' bout a wedding ring
Only thing in the circle, Is when they spin
And let they weapon ring

Huh, that hoe, she trimm
You know I'm double A
I'll never change

Huh, you try the gang
You gotta die
Boy we ain't playing no games
Huh, switch on your brother bout these hoes

Lil' bro, you been a lame
Huh, you get the trippin, we get the hittin

So tie your shoes strings
My lil nigga trained to go
His aim fasho', he ain't never been to a range

Got a lil hoe, her brain fasho'
She come eat dick up, like a candy cane
I know the game

I ain't never been no sucker
I got this shit from my brother
I slang God behind my brother
I ran out with the pack, he fumbled

Got 24 floors, I got 24 hoes
I flip shit like gymnastics

He said, that that's his main
He must not know, that lil' bitch Nasty
She act classy, On the internet

I'm chillin' her, I ain't breakin sweat
I'm high i fly oike a private jet
Me & Marlon on top they aint stop us yet

Come on, you know, I'm true to this shit
Not new to this shit, I'm a fuckin' vet

Told the lil hoe, She talk too much
Just say less, and just drop your neck
I dont do relationships, No more that hoe she basic

She don't get no respect
I'm double A, But I fuck with SB,

You play with that, You know what's next
You know this shit straight business

That boy dead, I catch him sleepin
I can't hang around lil bra
Cause he be talkin' on the business

Shawty sit back, And she listen
She want dick, And she want love

I told Shawty that she trippin
I only need money, guns and drugs

Hit yo' block and make it quake

I'm sorry I ain't call you back, I been too busy gettin' paid
Hit his chest, jusy like a vape
And lil' bro can't get no job, So he gon' take you down for that pape

Bitch, this a one-night stand, I ain't tryna be friends

We just fuckin, don't call me bae
Don't call me bae, bitch
What the fuck, nigga

What the fuck
What the fuck
Yeah
Come on

I could care less about your gang

Boy, you trippin
Think i'm playin'
With this Ruger compact, If you play wrong, bitch I get to spraying

Written by:
Marlon Jenkins

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