WHACHU MEAN

First, I'm no good at paying attention
I don't even know you
How you send me DMs and expect to make relations
Well me and my boy's an exception

I don't like chit-chat man
I don't even like you man
Don't call me fam
I don't do small talk man
Only do big shit man
Don't call me friend

Dudes be acting like I owe them (yuh)
When in fact I'm the one who really own them (yuh)
Imma just be rockin Rick Owens (yuh)
And they praise me like I'm fucking totem (yuh)

You saying bad things behind my back (yuh)
But you would still be rocking to my set (yuh)
Even if you chose to pose a little threat (yuh)
Imma be the one who pay off all your debts (yuh)

Oh my God, oh my God
Dudes be acting like a thot
Asking all these mothafucking questions like they fucking cops
What you mean boy? What you what you mean?
What you mean boy? What you what you mean?

People look at me like I'm their mothafucking wishlist
But if you gettin on my nerves I might just be your fucking death wish
I don't understand why they keep wanting my attentionnnnnn
And I don't even wanna give them a mentionnnnnnn

People that I know prolly thinks I'm cold
'Cause I don't reply their texts when they blowing up my phone
I ain't got no fucking time
I need me some piece of mind
Don't ask me shit cause bitch I'm doing fine, bitch don't drink my wine don't waste my time

Dudes be like a thot
When they plot
I don't understand
Blowing kisses at me but behind me they talk shit a lot
What you mean boy? What you what you mean?
What you mean boy? What you what you mean?

(They think that I've changed
But they changing around me
And I don't understand it)