Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wtf, artist - Starlito. Album song Mental Warfare, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
Wtf |
I broke down a pound and a half |
And sold bout a hundred quaters |
And it was all profit |
I chumped me a nigga for it |
A hundred dollars a Q that |
Ten stacks ready to blow it |
Another half pound ready to blow it |
FUCK IT! |
I don’t need no chorus |
I promise I’m going through it |
Only trying get to it |
Be better than me to the homies that I’ve influenced |
I swear you don’t really know me |
You only know the music |
They trying to figure a nigga |
Will let’s see if I can confuse them |
I’m just smoking on this liquor |
And sipping on this weed |
I had to pop a molly just so I could go to sleep |
Ciroc peach with a couple freaks |
Wake up in a suite |
Blowing swisher sweets |
Shake life that right |
I been doing this all week |
Augghhh! |
Just popped down |
Can’t stand up |
Lean got me sitting sideways |
WTF! |
Just popped down |
Can’t stand up |
Lean got me sitting sideways |
WTF! |
I’m so fucking throwed |
I can’t find my keys |
Girly on her knees |
And I can’t make her leave |
She so fucking geeked |
She wanna do the team |
She on a bean |
And bout nineteen swishers filled with… OG |
Mix Ciroc with the lean |
If I drive then I speed |
Got them AC Slater muscle cars |
And them tires Screech |
Skerrrt! |
I’m gone |
Peel off like a banana |
On a yellow bar |
A yellow tab |
And a duece |
In a yellow Fanta |
Riding with two straight up killas |
Fresh out the slammer |
And they crippin' |
When they put in work they wear red bandanas |
I swear I don’t understand em' |
But you no wanna see em' |
Nigga if I put the G in the right nigga hands |
They crime scenes! |
I sleep when I count a trillion |
Creeping I’m so familiar |
Cause I beat till it’s over with |
Keep the heat cause I’m cold nigga |
Squeeze the pistol like it’s a controller just to show you |
Fuck around and wreck my car if I drive sober |
I stay high as gas just so I won’t spazz |
Don’t make me drop a bag on a nigga ass |
I heard these niggas mad that I’m getting cash |
Them trigger happy niggas with me gone ride |
Like it’s six flags |
I’m with that |
I’m bout that |
All black when it’s pitch black |
Hop out that like what’s up |
I gots to get some get back |
I still wish they bring the bricks back |
Litia ave. |
I miss that |
So I’m eastside stunting |
Took the ice out my drink |
And put it where my wrist at |
MENTAL WARFARE! |
YOU DON’T WANNA GO TO WAR WITH A SOLDIER |
MASTER P TOLD YO STUPID ASS THAT BOUT FIFTEEN YEARS AGO |
Trash Bag Gang! |