Wtf Lyrics

What the fuck, I keep dreamin' about kissin’ you
Finna pull up, girl, you know that I been missin' you
I don't bang no Blood or Crip, but I might wanna Bentley coupe
I be makin’ love songs for you, I hope you listen to 'em
Roses, eye red, the hell with all that cliche, get her low this instead
Now this shit not no clique, this shit 6L until I'm dead
Talk 'bout boogie man, me and Glock-10 under a nigga bed
I can't let you get close, hope she gets the memo

Gotta ride around with a big pole, 'cause me who I'm gon' finna fuck
Can’t go like Big Zoo shit, no, my pockets be like Hippo
She on me but that’s his bitch, though, get your lady off my dick, boy
You in this shit and you ain't ready to bust your stick, you hit, boy
He lost his mind, tryna run for switch, how far you think you’ll get, boy?
My body's full of drugs, she said I hit it right, she don't need no toy
My bro said fuck all of this rap shit, he tryna go and get a boy
Even when I ain't good, when she asked me I said, "Sure"
Got that pot in this Wood, I think that’s why these niggas hurt
I just dropped off a dick on the ghetto, hold these bitches, keep screamin', "Perc"
And I've been fucked up for a long, long time, might be a curse
Get the fuck on with that pussy, that shit take your ass to church
Lil' bitch mad, she ain't eat my dick tonight, [she eat, she ate first?]
Niggas walked outside that crib, them killers did them like Charlie Kirk
Baby, just pushed me to the edge, but I am not Lil Uzi Vert
She thought I was gonna drown in that pussy and I served
Me and [?] and all my supporters, tellin' my love, [?]
I had to get that lil' bitch back to the street, she did me dirty
All my problems, they fall out of reach, my pockets just steady

What the fuck, I keep dreamin' about kissin' you
Finna pull up, girl, you know that I been missin' you
I don't bang no Blood or Crip, but I might wanna Bentley coupe
I be makin' love songs for you, I hope you listen to 'em
Roses, eye red, the hell with all that cliche, get her low this instead
Now this shit not no clique, this shit 6L until I'm dead
Talk 'bout boogie man, me and Glock-10 under a nigga bed
I can't let you get close

Huh, hop out, nigga