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WTF

 

WTF

(album: Soulja Season - 2023)


Damn
What? What-what?
(Ay, hoop, where you at nigga?)

Nigga, what, what, what, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Nigga what? Nigga—
Nigga what? What the fuck?
What the fuck?

Nigga pull up, choppa bust
Bust him in a Lamb truck ain't no bus (Frr)
Switch on a nigga, gang, nigga
Bet I don't get touched
Ay, brick on a nigga
Trap serving, I'm in the trap with the birds, nigga
Pull up on niggas
I get to dumping
That what you heard, nigga
Drank for the high, tax 'em for lying
I got to serve, nigga
Take it back to the trap
Zone one trap out the curb, nigga

Nigga, what, what, what, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Nigga what? Nigga—

Ay, ay, damn
Nigga, play with 'em bands
Playing with a Draco, nigga, murk your man
I'm two fifty in the trenches, in that Cullinan (Yuh)
My lil' shorty play with switches like they Taliban (Damn)
I just drunk exotic coffee all in Amsterdam (Damn)
Nigga done made me mad, I spinned
He can't walk again
Damn, I came up from trapping got rich
Damn, it's Fiji, it's water, it flooded my wrist
Damn, I blitz up on nigga with switch
Damn, I really be posted up in the sticks
Dropped the top, back in the Lamb'
Nigga swerve through Zone 6
It's a lot of niggas capping, nigga, real recognize real
I done served everybody, junkies, they pull up and shop with the kid
I got pounds in the trenches
I can not fuck with me
Every drop that we got, every time we leave 'em sleep

Nigga, what, what, what, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Nigga what? Nigga—

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