Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Generation WTF , by - Translee. Song from the album Freedom Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.08.2018
Record label: Digital Nativ3 Culture
Song language: English
Generation WTF |
| Verse 1 |
| Yo |
| I’m never ever alone 'cause I’m always with whatever |
| so we the ones done put two and two together |
| Classic I teach you how to hunt for food, that’s food forever |
| I like botanical gardens and theme parks, buffalo wings and weed yards |
| Shit I’m in the dispensary without a green card |
| My face card on retard |
| They told me I need to rap more |
| Rap game in the crap hole |
| I said «Why y’all got Kendrick and Cole though?» |
| «I say no disrespect to them but they rock clothes and you look like you get |
| hoes, you’ll go farther than they go» |
| You niggas tripping it’s obvi you haven’t heard Section 80 or Born Sinner |
| probably |
| «No we like Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi and Yachty» |
| Well I like Boosie, T.I.P., Wayne and Yo Gotti |
| «And we like skinny jeans and popping percs and molly» |
| Now Hennessy and weed that’s all go in my body |
| All that other shit just have me feeling sloppy |
| I’ma tell you what I won’t do |
| Hard drugs, psychedelic shit |
| I’ma dog on some tell you shit |
| I’ma dog when I woof, woof |
| I’ma kick em for the loot, loot |
| In the coupe, coupe |
| Disappearing roof |
| Young boy don’t shoot, shoot |
| I’ma tell you what I don’t do |
| Makaveli shit, might as well be «Thug Life» on my belly shit |
| No it ain’t hype, no it ain’t no Belly shit |
| But I’m still directing shit |
| «Wait wait, why you always gotta hit us with that flexing shit» |
| What 'cause I spent some fucking guap on these necklaces? |
| 'Cause you only pay attention when I’m negligent |
| «But what about the school shootings and the president?» |
| Sometimes I ask myself does slavery ever end |
| Sometimes the internet can intelligence |
| Shit gone forever when, plus my ex hit my DM’s with that being extra shit |
| I’ma tell you what I won’t do |
| Hard drugs, psychedelic shit |
| I’ma dog on some tell you shit |
| I’ma dog when I woof, woof |
| I’ma kick em for the loot, loot |
| In the coupe, coupe |
| Disappearing roof |
| Young boy don’t shoot, shoot |
| Verse 3 |
| See I’m just a young nigga that tries to do good |
| Sometimes my mind be too hood |
| Sometimes my dough be too low to be hanging out on Edgewood |
| I tell my friends that I’m good, I tell my grandma I’m straight |
| I told Verizon to wait |
| I drive when it’s late |
| See Uber still ain’t accepting me, car still ain’t pass inspectioning |
| I 'bout to get some dope and push it all |
| «You want some dope, I got that, you know my home boy got it» |
| Text me that plug if it get that bad I might have to call it |
| I’ma tell you what I won’t do |
| Hard drugs, psychedelic shit |
| I’ma dog on some tell you shit |
| I’ma dog when I woof, woof |
| I’ma kick em for the loot, loot |
| In the coupe, coupe |
| Disappearing roof |
| Young boy don’t shoot, shoot |
| I’ma tell you what I don’t do |