lirik lagu w.t.f – stanwill
[intro]
it’s danny g, b*tch
yeah
i don’t even know what i’ma name this b*tch but i talk crazy, i ain’t gon’ lie
dummy, huh, aye, aye
[verse]
talk spice and pape, b*tch, i’m bilingual
four hundred fifty, boy, that’s what the off*white equal
saw my granny ssn, boy, the site evil
why the f*ck my shirt say “friends”? i don’t like people
that’s my jugg sense, it’s a ham around
wait, did a broke n*gga speak? i can’t stand the sound
black tech like master chief, whip my cannon out
sitting in a room full of opps, still standing out
i slid it from the back, i’m the giffy man
told the b*tch i can’t punch those but i really can
oops, tripping in the mall, silly stan
no cap, i was born goat, i’m the billy man
i do not need a b*tch, only oxygen
punch after punch after punch, i’m a boxing gym
tired of n*ggas talking how they up, puck a sock in it
if i ain’t got glock, turn him patrick and rock his sh*t
hmm, we morе up than a rocket ship
hmm, yo b*tch on d*ck, she provocative
shut yo ass up bеfore tron put his crocs in it
know my white boy’ll let it fly, stoyanovich
hibachi on a balcony with the gucci robe on
punch and slide, i’m feeling like i’m frozone
b*tch took my soul, got her [?] on
three hoes on my pin, i’m finna get my bowl on
[?] on my face mask, i just punched [?]
really in the crib making pape, yelling f*ck corona
playing simon says with yo b*tch, told her bust it open
grabbed so much drip online, i just punched a ocean
d&g did the kicks, i’m a wet walker
stepping on vertebrates, i’m a neck walker
in a joggy writing dumps, i’m a tech author
b*tch*ass boy stealing sauce, he my stepdaughter
hmm, no cap, boy, i’m billy goated
whipped out my d*ck and that b*tch went silly on it
sb over anybody, i got fifty on it
saw the boys on the interstate and got shifty on it
hmm, that mean i was out of there
running out of pape? that’s like me running out of hair
dee stingy with the sauce, don’t know how to share
better hide yo b*tch from the buffs when i drop a pair
hmm, punch sh*t like i’m a.j. styles
i’ll hit boy with a ak round
got caught up and he snitched, he a agent now
i ain’t even brush my t**th yet, i done made a thou’
hmm, more foreign kicks than a fifa cup
only wanted mouth, no cap, you can keep the sl*t
spent four hundred, what the f*ck did i eat for lunch?
boy broke, can’t run it up, he must need a crutch
sb gang, gang, coming big press
bought a glock, dummy, i ain’t coming bench press
seven hundred dollars every time i misstep
“i was up before corona”, boy, that’s a big stretch
in full thrust mode, boy, that’s why yo b*tch left
opps should jump off everyone until it ain’t a cliff left
something like karate class, he’ll get his sh*t stretched
spin a opp block, boy, i’m really on my fifth left
we done really f*cked saks up, ain’t no drip left
i ain’t wanna give her no d*ck, now that b*tch pressed
you’ll probably clock in till it ain’t a shift left
b*tch, i guess you gotta walk home ’cause the lyft left
[outro]
dumbass stupid b*tch
it’s danny g, b*tch
you gotta walk home
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