Lyrics Wtf - 30

Wtf

Ain’t nobody got it with the sentiment I got it
Put the venom in it saw the kid in demon with it
Used to walk around up in the letterman
I fuck her then her friend again I’m trying to be elegant
Why they all coming at me next
Look like you strutting a V-neck
Why they wanna see me at the bottom
When I got it gotta fight em off, wtf
Ain’t nobody better than the kid now
Better sit down, better tell it like it is now
Better get down when I run up in the booth
Cause I’m coming for your heads
And I got nothing to lose
And it come to fruition it all come alive
Studying rappers a bunch of the guys
Breakfast club, 105, had to get above to undermine
Son of two educators so I’m educated
So I feel schools just money wasted
I love the payment don’t love to pay it
Rather get money on a daily, basis that’s money famous
Sex drugs and rock and roll, down a rocky road
Good gelato rolled, split the swisher
For a second saw life in the bigger picture but now
I gotta dumb it down again
Gotta get rid of my pen, maybe get a little bit of sleep
Maybe get a little bit of head
Maybe send a motha fucking text
If they put it on read then I got a new vendetta
Used to be good now I’m getting better
Grandma visited with red feathers
Told me that I’m gonna be the best ever
So baby girl, we should kick it
I know, I know, I know, I know
I see, my goals, my goals, my goals, my goals
So I, work
And I swear to god I gotta put a kid up in a curb
They ain’t never thought I use weapon with a verb
At it everyday, phineas and ferb
Slow it down for a minute, I gotta rap so they listen
We been trapped in the coup
Now I’m getting the chicken, kinda like how I’m living
It’s a little bit like the type of life I envisioned
Ain’t nobody got it with the sentiment I got it
Put the venom in it saw the kid in demon with it
Used to walk around up in the letterman
I fuck her then her friend again I’m trying to be elegant
Why they all coming at me next
Look like you strutting a V-neck
Why they wanna see me at the bottom
When I got it gotta fight em off, wtf
Gotta get wit it, uh, yeah, gotta get wit it
Haven’t really pulled up on the kid up in a minute
Didn’t wanna see me get the power for the vision
Moving to the city got a lot up on the plate
They ain’t gone admit it but the kid is getting listens uh, yeah
I got a vision it’s getting more vidid the more that I rap the more it get
existent
I gotta be confident used to be timid
They fuck with the boy, so I get persistent
Ya gotta be kidding you ain’t know about me
Walk in the club with no ID, and the bartender had no idea
Moving to the city got more ideas
Better get the fuck out before I see you
Everybody tryna be more like me
The more I want, the more I see, the more I take
The more I leave the more I smoke
The more I breathe, the more I get
The more I need, the more I love, the more I hate
The more I build, the more I break
Ain’t nobody got it with the sentiment I got it
Put the venom in it saw the kid in demon with it
Used to walk around up in the letterman
I fuck her then her friend again I’m trying to be elegant
Why they all coming at me next
Look like you strutting a V-neck
Why they wanna see me at the bottom
When I got it gotta fight em off, wtf