Lyrics WTF! - Rajzaun

What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
You won't fuck on that slut
You a low life and cuck
Put my dick in her gut
Then she suck me right up
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
Bitch I'm Zotz, you can't duck
Bitch your head top get plucked
If you run up, get cut
What the fuck, what the fuck

My Glock say: blyat, blyat, blyat, blyat, blyat, bitch, it's cussing
We land on the airstrip, My demons "No Russian"
If I flash this Blick they gon' catch a concussion
And if he think he something, I'll turn him to nothing
Ain't scared of no hex, fuck all that hocus pocus
I feel like I'm RAAM and you niggas are locusts
I do not need drugs to help me rap and focus
I'm back to the bullshit, niggas will notice
Blood uh, flesh uh, lay 'em down to rest
We might kidnap, hang 'em up, that's his final breath
Like, which one? step up, if you want to test me
You can show your pussy all you want, don't impress me
What you doing when I put that blade in your bestie?
All you faggots want to wear a purse, you so zesty
Bad little bitch, she's standing on my right, but she's a lefty
Murder, Murder-suicide, they can't arrest me
That's his final breath, that, that, that, that, that, that
That's his final breath, breath, breath
That's his final breath, that, that, that, that, that, that
That's his final breath, breath, breath
That's his final breath, that, that, that, that, that, that
That's his final breath, breath, breath
That's his final breath, that, that, that, that, that, that
That's his final breath, breath, breath

What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
You won't fuck on that slut
You a low life and cuck
Put my dick in her gut
Then she suck me right up
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
What the fuck, What the fuck
Bitch I'm Zotz, you can't duck
Bitch your head top get plucked
If you run up, get cut
What the fuck, what the fuck

Blood uh, flesh uh, lay 'em down to rest
We might kidnap, hang 'em up, that's his final breath
Like, which one? step up, if you want to test me
You can show your pussy all you want, don't impress me
What you doing when I put that blade in your bestie?
All you faggots want to wear a purse, you so zesty
Bad little bitch, she's standing on my right, but she's a lefty
Murder, Murder-suicide, they can't arrest me