W.T.F

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (It's Danny G, bitch) I don't even know what I'ma name this bitch but I talk crazy, I ain't gon' lie Dummy, huh, ayy, ayy (Yeah) [Verse] Talk spice and pape, bitch, I'm bilingual Four hundred fifty, boy, that's what the Off-White equal Saw my granny SSN, boy, the site evil Why the fuck my shirt say "FRIENDS"? I don't like people That's my jugg sense, it's a ham around Wait, did a broke nigga speak? I can't stand the sound Black tech like Master Chief, whip my cannon out Sitting in a room full of opps, still standing out I slid it from the back, I'm the Giffy Man Told the bitch I can't punch those but I really can Oops, tripping in the mall, silly Stan No cap, I was born goat, I'm the Billy Man I do not need a bitch, only oxygen Punch after punch after punch, I'm a boxing gym Tired of niggas talking how they up, puck a sock in it If I ain't got Glock, turn him Patrick and rock his shit Hmm, we more up than a rockеt ship Hmm, yo bitch on dick, she provocative Shut yo ass up beforе Tron put his Crocs in it Know my white boy'll let it fly, Stoyanovich Hibachi on a balcony with the Gucci robe on Punch and slide, I'm feeling like I'm Frozone Bitch took my soul, got her [?] on Three hoes on my pin, I'm finna get my bowl on [?] on my face mask, I just punched [?] Really in the crib making pape, yelling fuck Corona Playing Simon Says with yo bitch, told her bust it open Grabbed so much drip online, I just punched a ocean D&G did the kicks, I'm a wet walker Stepping on vertebraes, I'm a neck walker In a joggy writing dumps, I'm a tech author Bitch-ass boy stealing sauce, he my stepdaughter Hmm, no cap, boy, I'm billy goated Whipped out my dick and that bitch went silly on it SB over anybody, I got fifty on it Saw the boys on the interstate and got shifty on it Hmm, that mean I was out of there Running out of pape? That's like me running out of hair Dee stingy with the sauce, don't know how to share Better hide yo bitch from the buffs when I drop a pair Hmm, punch shit like I'm A.J. Styles I'll hit boy with a AK round Got caught up and he snitched, he a agent now I ain't even brush my teeth yet, I done made a thou' Hmm, more foreign kicks than a FIFA cup Only wanted mouth, no cap, you can keep the slut Spent four hundred, what the fuck did I eat for lunch? Boy broke, can't run it up, he must need a crutch SB gang, gang, coming big press Bought a Glock, dummy, I ain't coming bench press Seven hundred dollars every time I misstep "I was up before Corona", boy, that's a big stretch In full thrust mode, boy, that's why yo bitch left Opps should jump off every one until it ain't a cliff left Something like Pilates class, he'll get his shit stretched Spin a opp block, boy, I'm really on my fifth left We done really fucked Saks up, ain't no drip left I ain't wanna give her no dick, now that bitch pressed You'll probably clock in till it ain't a shift left Bitch, I guess you gotta walk home 'cause the Lyft left [Outro] Dumbass stupid bitch (It's Danny G, bitch) You gotta walk home