CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : WTF
Shoutout my thug Shanikai
Uh let's get it
B*t*hes upset
They ain't up yet
Yoppa spinnin block
That's enough said
Turn me up a notch
It ain't loud yet
Gettin in her box
Aimin with the dot
O-On his head man they look like chicken pox
You gone get on top
First to hit it then I always quit the [?]
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
NOW TELL ME WHAT THE F**K YOU SAID
I wanna rip apart his head
I find him latеr he a mess
Bullets rippin through his vеst
Pu**y better come correct
Someone call him he a mess
Takin [?] right down her neck
I be killin imma vet
Pu**y trippin on the set
I be always loaded
B*t*hes know i'm totin
Bomb up on my chest it's ready for an explosion
Yo b*t*h is deep throatin
Feet up on the gas I swear [?] is golden
but I don't show it
Pistol always blowin
I can kill him twice and they will never know it
Imma kill him if he move
Like what the f**k you gonna do?
I'm gonna send him to the moon
This choppa sneezin like "achoo"
I walk up on him with the tool
You come closer imma shoot
Uno knockin off his roof
Kami slappin [?]
Me and 80 want war so let's have a war
Some of my n***as black red like [?]
Uppin a choppa but won't bust whatchu got it for?
All of these n***as be fake f**ks like [?]
the pain on earth I cannot endure
It look a lot like the purge [?]
My n***a I like to swerve when i'm in a Porsche
Slide with a switch and shapeshift like an anamorph
I hate 12 but the Porsche is a 911
Me and 80 blew up in New York like it's 9/11
Kami work better with his hands like a kinesthetic
Chillin with the blade in the cut like a diabetic
Pu**y runnin up on Kami then he gone regret it
Pu**y runnin up on 80 then he gone regret it
I done [?]
Somebody set the block hot so we finna wet it
All my n***as tool spit like a [?]
Pull up in a black trench coat like a [?]
Hit a n***a with a chopstick like a [?]
corpse up in the air with a Lysol
I just [?] sh*t cause it's easy
Now the [?] my belt undefeated
when I bleed it
Post with the demons
on my head like i'm Jesus
Kami finna kill him if he move
What the f**k these n***as finna do
Out of space I send him to the moon
Choppa restin on me let it snooze
dogs with me let em loose
One of me [?]
And man that's the RVR3 be the crew
Uh let's get it
B*t*hes upset
They ain't up yet
Yoppa spinnin block
That's enough said
Turn me up a notch
It ain't loud yet
Gettin in her box
Aimin with the dot
O-On his head man they look like chicken pox
You gone get on top
First to hit it then I always quit the [?]
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
Now tell me what the f**k you said
NOW TELL ME WHAT THE F**K YOU SAID
I wanna rip apart his head
I find him latеr he a mess
Bullets rippin through his vеst
Pu**y better come correct
Someone call him he a mess
Takin [?] right down her neck
I be killin imma vet
Pu**y trippin on the set
I be always loaded
B*t*hes know i'm totin
Bomb up on my chest it's ready for an explosion
Yo b*t*h is deep throatin
Feet up on the gas I swear [?] is golden
but I don't show it
Pistol always blowin
I can kill him twice and they will never know it
Imma kill him if he move
Like what the f**k you gonna do?
I'm gonna send him to the moon
This choppa sneezin like "achoo"
I walk up on him with the tool
You come closer imma shoot
Uno knockin off his roof
Kami slappin [?]
Me and 80 want war so let's have a war
Some of my n***as black red like [?]
Uppin a choppa but won't bust whatchu got it for?
All of these n***as be fake f**ks like [?]
the pain on earth I cannot endure
It look a lot like the purge [?]
My n***a I like to swerve when i'm in a Porsche
Slide with a switch and shapeshift like an anamorph
I hate 12 but the Porsche is a 911
Me and 80 blew up in New York like it's 9/11
Kami work better with his hands like a kinesthetic
Chillin with the blade in the cut like a diabetic
Pu**y runnin up on Kami then he gone regret it
Pu**y runnin up on 80 then he gone regret it
I done [?]
Somebody set the block hot so we finna wet it
All my n***as tool spit like a [?]
Pull up in a black trench coat like a [?]
Hit a n***a with a chopstick like a [?]
corpse up in the air with a Lysol
I just [?] sh*t cause it's easy
Now the [?] my belt undefeated
when I bleed it
Post with the demons
on my head like i'm Jesus
Kami finna kill him if he move
What the f**k these n***as finna do
Out of space I send him to the moon
Choppa restin on me let it snooze
dogs with me let em loose
One of me [?]
And man that's the RVR3 be the crew
