Lyrics Generation WTF - Translee, B.o.B, GFMBRYYCE

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