Lyrics WTFA? - C.O.D.E.

Damn, that's so crazy
But like...

Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Wasn't me
Wasn't you
Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Wasn't me
Wasn't you

Ever since a youngin
Want a living just like rappers do
Till I came to notice
They be fuking up they revenue
Mama told me focus
I'm exploring different avenues
Easy for the making
Not the keeping
That's that money rule

I got mad bitches man
AK got-em runnin like a fitness plan
Cappin' why you playin'
Little nigga
Who you tryna fool
Niggas catch you lackin'
They won't leave any
Residuals
Please watch what you sayin'
Keep the bullshit to the
Minimal
Talkin tickin' rollies
Borrowed benjies
For your
Visuals

Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Wasn't me
Wasn't you
Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Who the fuck asked
Wasn't me
Wasn't you

When the money come through
Why you acting like a fool
Why you trippin' over shoes
Pay your mama what she due
Tryna front
Like the big old jewels in your pants
Ever really been
Worth a motherfucking goddamn
God damn it I
Swear to me
I'm so facetious
Most you leaches
Come through like
Reeces pieces
That's 2 when you count the visage
Spot y'all with a bad connection
Low bars you should give it a second

Don't say much
But I do too much
Come clutch
When a itty bitty nigga
Wanna start a big problem
Shots yeah I call em
Gets hot when I send 'em
On a new level like niggas in Harlem
Got twists like a handle
I'm too much to handle
Was raised in the shade
But stayed lit like a candle
As baby was cradled
By evil like devil
No wonder my verse
Got em spazzin' like ritual
C.O.D.E.

OT
MVP
Get too cocky
In G-O-D mode

OT
MVP
Get too cocky
In G-O-D mode