WTF!

(albüm: CRUNKSTAR - 2022)

Oldhauntie came through

Nigga, what the fuck?! (Huh?)
Nigga, what the fuck?! (Nigga, what the fuck?!)
Bitch, what the fuck?! (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the fuck?! (Bitch, what the fuck?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the fuck?!
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the fuck?!

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up (Bitch), shut the fuck up (Stupid ho)
Shut the fuck up (Bitch), shut the fuck up (Stupid ho)
Shut the fuck up (Bitch), shut the fuck up (Stupid ho)
(What the fuck?!)

Fuck whoever don't like this song, I crank this bitch up by my own (Ayy-ayy)
Crunkstars in the fucking crowd, get buck, get wild, let's go, let's go (Let's go, let's go)
I might jaw a nigga just to shoi hkm I ain't no fuckin ho (No fuckin ho)
I told Wafi, "Heavy on the ice, my pockets on fucking swole"
Building my brand from the fucking ground up, you ain't never gone see me fold (See me fold)
Lame ass nigga, we know y'all hating on us, that's why we fucking y'all hoes (Fucking y'all hoes)
See my ice, she see my whip, the bitch gon' blow like good C4
I'm the gang, he the gang, she the gang, we the gang, sticking to them Triple M codes
I don't know nobody realer, I'm really eating steaks with some muhfucking killers
You must want Anna like Miller
Bitch, I'm rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters
Still on my toes like Thriller
Hoes by the two's, one chocolate, and one is vanilla
And bitch, I own all my cars, I ain't nothing like these rap niggas
On God

Nigga, what the fuck?! (Huh?)
Nigga, what the fuck?! (Nigga, what the fuck?!)
Bitch, what the fuck?! (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the fuck?! (Bitch, what the fuck?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the fuck?!
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
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What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the fuck?!

Fuck the laws, lil' bitch, I'm hot
Cock the Glock, get popped, get dropped
This not a hard top, this the drop (The drop)
Put me on any beat, I bet I pop (I pop)
Nigga really talking like Duke ain't the hardest
Rap game janitor, take out the garbage
Styling, I can drip a shirt out of Target
Black and white money, I'm in everybody market
Lacking never, gangsta forever
Why pay a shooter? I can shoot the shit better
Bottom plastic, the top is metal
Shoot 'em, bow-bow, leave his soul in the weather
I did it, I done it, now tell me who better
Don't play with Duke Deuce, that's a whole 'nother level
Wherever, whenever, pop shit on whoever
Protected by God, but the choppa the devil (Yeah, yeah)
Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold
Leave your ho 'cause she might get stole
I was out late, you was under your ho
You ain't got no grind, can't meet your goals
Everybody know I'm that nigga, but don't nobody know you, nigga
Money ain't fall in my lap
Half of these rappers ain't winning off trap, nigga, we know you cap
Niggas done threatened my life, I was still thinking 'bout money
Like niggas ain't talking bout nothin, you ain't never even beat up nothing
Last time I checked, you a bitch, you must turnt to a G or some
You too old to be trying to get rank
Lil' boy, sit down before you get spanked, bitch

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Nigga, what the fuck?! (Nigga, what the fuck?!)
Bitch, what the fuck?! (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the fuck?! (Bitch, what the fuck?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), what the (What?)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
What the (What?), What the fuck?!
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
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What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
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