WTFFF (feat. Lil Yachty, Camo!, Draft Day, Honest)

Lyrics for WTFFF (feat. Lil Yachty, Camo!, Draft Day, Honest)

Yeah, yeah Man, ayy, huh, huh Carti gang, we push or slide Without a doubt, we ready to ride So much ice on us, don't need the glide We stackin' that money and cry Yeah, tax your profit, that bitch I go and jet the line on a bitch I ain't never ever made time for a ho First round business got millions at the door Yeah, cup full of blood, somebody died Concrete fell off, somebody lied I got the blick on my hip so it ain't No room to put my pride to the side Buyin' a ticket to one of our shows the only time our worlds collide I'm the type to put swag on a ho My bitch love when I dress to the fly You the type, probably go cry for the bitch I go Kobe at the line on a bitch More money than us, preposterous This Louis bag is ostrich I'm in NYC in a GLE with an ARP like who fuckin' with me? Who fuckin' with us? Who fuckin' with we? I'm a mud man, nigga, and I'm so concrete Not usin' your head, get knocked off your feet Don't check out the price, nigga, check out the heat Don't check on me, nigga, check on your ho I'm switchin' my clothes like I'm switchin' my flows You get what you see and this life ain't free Tryna up a B, I done mastered the key Play this shit back, now they runnin' to me Put on the ride, now we ridin' 'round geeked Everything loaded, got captain seats These niggas hatin', wanna see us deceased Five star everything, every dollar eats We on the run but they ain't catchin' me What the fuck? Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah You, uh-huh, ayy, yeah, yeah Ski, Ski, it's us, Ski I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane (Okay) I took the— (Ayy) I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane Too many guns on gang, I'm task force I heard your tape, that shit sound like my last name I put the belt on niggas, my last name Rich nigga leanin', I'm Cartier crash gang Ride with the best in my family Ride with the best in my family Ride with the best in my family Concrete Feel like 50 when he made The Massacre I go CC, nigga, Sebastian Got the gang locked up, Chris Masters Chain hit like a natural disaster Chain hit like a left hand from Tank Diamond fishbowl, got her at the sink Got her runnin' my errands like Hank Like Hank, I just hit a home run Boy, you a ho, you make store runs Boy, I go Ku, Gohan I'm sittin' on shit like a futon (Okay, what?) I'm standin' on shit like a futon (Okay) That ain't your pipe, show your gun (Okay) And I'm choppin' up shit like shogun (Okay) Fuck that, six hundred K on both arms (Okay) Walk 'round this bitch with a pipe bomb (Okay) Geekin' at most of the right wrongs It's all that I roll, that shit's a python (Okay) Pussy get wet with my ice on (Okay) Diamonds is brighter than nylon (Okay) Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm (Okay) I fuck her, keep her that light on (Okay) Cockin' my right arm (Okay) I kill that bygone, be bygone (Okay) Ayy (Okay) I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay) None of them niggas get flyer than us (Okay) I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay) None of them niggas get higher than us (Okay) I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay) None of them niggas rap better than us Number one pick, bitch, I'm winnin' regardless My baby fine but I'm drop-dead gorgeous Spoil her, GG, three whip around horses I'm laughin' you niggas, we givin' out quarters Guns like a chrome but this G Lock for smarter Hollows gon' burn you, don't go greet the sermon I got some thick shit ready in Germany We have more rank than a motherfuckin' colonel You gotta grind for them to say that you earned it First round draft, that boy, he deserve it The way that we movin', got a worldwide permit Said it already, it's us, yeah, you heard me, pussy