WTF GOIN Lyrics

Nigga, let's get it Nigga, let's get it 21, 21 Look All them niggas tellin', man, don't put that on my city, hol' on, let me get it I'm in the bulletproof, black truck, I president it This for them bitches shakin' ass and doin' hair in kitchens I need a ten-piece lemon pepper, Magic City, what the fuck goin'? I got a pocket full of money, who the fuck ho'in'? I got a phone full of shooters, who gettin' stepped on? Nigga, I'm finna wake these niggas up like, "Who gettin' slept on?" Nigga, I put my belt on, nigga I still be in the hood, on the wicked wеt like, "Fuck that" Ghetto fine shit say shе grew up where the bluff at I still'll sell a brick, play caller, where that stuff at? I rent right up the street, I'm finna buy it back What the fuck goin'? I might buy a bitch some lips, now who the fuck ho'in'? I got a closet full of drip, I put that stuff on Nigga, I walk in the club with all these chains like, "Who the fuck glowin'?" (Girl, who the fuck is that?) All them niggas tellin', man, don't put that on my city, hol' on, let me get it I'm in the bulletproof, black truck, I president it (On God) This for them bitches shakin' ass and doin' hair in kitchens (On God) I need a ten-piece lemon pepper, Magic City, what the fuck goin'? I got a pocket full of money, who the fuck ho'in'? (Bitch) I got a phone full of shooters, who gettin' stepped on? Nigga, I'm finna wake these niggas up like, "Who gettin' slept on?" Nigga, I put my belt on, nigga (Woah) It was a typical morning, she suckin' while I'm yawnin' My lil' young ho love tequila, dick, and hookah 4L, tote bazookas I ain't just no rapper, fuck nigga, I'll shoot you My bitch richer than these rappers, but she still spoiled Ain't no pussy in the world that I can't afford Lil' bitch steady screamin', "Five," when her ass a four Hit her in her spot, make her build a pallet on the floor (Bitch) She fuckin' me because it's been official Piercing in her tongue, piercing in her nipples Savage keep a strap like GloRilla's sister I'll leave a bitch 'fore I leave a pistol Shawty suck the bone off and the gristle Thick shit, baby eat her oatmeal Skin clean, I'm finna get this bitch a soap deal If your period on, you can use your throat still Ass magic, I done threw a hundred ten times Buddy ass a cap, we tried to smack him ten times Kush phone full of shooters, I know all of 'em We crash and leave the scene like LaMelo Ball and 'em All them niggas tellin', man, don't put that on my city, hol' on, let me get it I'm in the bulletproof, black truck, I president it (On God) This for them bitches shakin' ass and doin' hair in kitchens I need a ten-piece lemon pepper, Magic City, what the fuck goin'? I got a pocket full of money, who the fuck ho'in'? I got a phone full of shooters, who gettin' stepped on? Nigga, I'm finna wake these niggas up like, "Who gettin' slept on?" Nigga, I put my belt on, nigga (What the fuck goin'?) Bitch Pussy bitch (Who the fuck ho'in'?) Nigga, let's get it Facts, nigga