Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WTF!, artist - Duke Deuce. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WTF! |
| 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 eatin' steaks with some muhfuckin' |
| 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 nothin' 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?) |
| What the (What?), what the (What?) |
| 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 winnin' off trap, nigga, we know you cap |
| Niggas done threatened my life, I was still thinkin' 'bout money |
| Like niggas ain’t talkin' bout nothin, you ain’t never even beat up nothin' |
| 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 |
| 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?! |