Текст песни Whatthefu? - YKK

Yo fuck adlibs
And fuck reverb
And Kurtis fuck your stupid fucking Batmobile
(Aye)

All this Champaign I fear for my liver
All of these clones like Simon and richter
I cannot hear shit like a fuckin whisper
Ice on my fist I can't help but shiver
Out of this world like OutKast
Snap on a beat like a mouse trap
He say he flexing all I hear is loud cap
Living like a movie
(This is an overused line)
These bitches suck me off like browsers inside story
Getting blue hundreds like I'm searching tryna find dory
Switching it up again
Clear it like Sudafed
Floor it I floor it
Cause I'm bout to move ahead
In a Mercedes
I'm going like 80
I leave them in second like princess daisy

What the fuck did I make
It's experiment time
Fuck a truck in a wraith
Leaving sediment lines
And dust clouds
Burning rubber spicy hot kung pao
I'm up now
Stage set
This my time to run out
Tell a motherfucker you ain't shit
Money talk like Chris Tucker stacking up a few bills
Never going under the limit I'm flooring the whip
Ain't no time for slumber no malifecent in this bitch

(Hopped in my whip, going fast ain't got no manners huh)
(These bitches strip, Carmageddon all these rappers)
(Just pulled out the wraith)
(It was a hell of a night)
(It was a hell of a night)
(You can see me shine all me teeth now solid gold)
(All this money on me I can't even make my wallet fold)
(It was a hell of a night)
(It was a hell of a night)

Bitch I'm on top of the world like 8Ball
Mere seconds for I blow up I'm feeling like napalm

Pull a Carti giving them a whole lotta shit
Wearing silk no my shirts ain't cotton Lil bitch
Trill shit out of my way like snorlax 1 6
Y'all falling like obi
I'm on top like Finn
Rose gold rocking the watch won't go broke
Cold clothes bitch I'm iced out like Frozone
Ain't no jokes
Bitch I be reaching my own goals
The stones sold
Ima put the game in a choke hold
Swerving in that Maserati
Iced out I'm wearing tommy
This ain't no blonde
But these bitches call me
Flee to my hideout feeling like Giovanni
Out on the highway at 150CC

(Hopped in my whip, going fast ain't got no manners huh)
(These bitches strip, Carmageddon all these rappers)
(Just pulled out the wraith)
(It was a hell of a night)
(It was a hell of a night)
(You can see me shine all me teeth now solid gold)
(All this money on me I can't even make my wallet fold)
(It was a hell of a night)
(It was a hell of a night)

(As soon as I made the beat it was there very rare times where it's like, feeling so overwhelmed)
(Lyrically I wanted to write about swagging out or bragging)

(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)

You see me hopping out them flashy cars
Speeding hella fast
Mere seconds ima travel far
Cops ain't on my ass
I don't wanna hear them corny bars
Leave them in the past
Timid bitches just like Morty are
Tryna make a splash
You know he hopping out the minivan
Know that he a busy man
Bitches claim they hot but in a year
They out like silly bands
Dripping like a leaky sink
No card I carry many bands
Bitches wanna eat my dick
But I ain't making any plans

Dripped out
Diamonds be all on my fist no thanos
Snapping my hand no
Dust cloud
Feeling the venom like andross mad flow
Getting rich quick like lando
Can you hear the drums Fernando
Heading to the indigo league no Kanto
Damn bro
This your last tango no Brando
Running in the sky no Dr. Ando
Killing rappers in their infancy no Giyagas
I just dodge all these bullets like Wyatt
Try shit I don't check the price just buy it
I ain't Carti but you know
Ima die lit
Feel like a star man
Got gold plated arms
Mad karrats on my arm
Chain swinging like Tarzan
Y'all cannot step to me
Y'all ain't gon Rest In Peace
Take a step back I ain't talking like X and Ski

You see me hopping out them flashy cars
Speeding hella fast
Mere seconds ima travel far
Cops ain't on my ass
I don't wanna hear them corny bars
Leave them in the past
Timid bitches just like Morty are
Tryna make a splash
You know he hopping out the minivan
Know that he a busy man
Bitches claim they hot but in a year
They out like silly bands
Dripping like a leaky sink
No card I carry many bands
Bitches wanna eat my dick
But I ain't making any plans

(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)
(Fuck you, you gon catch a hot one too)
(Feel my wrath)
(66 thousand real folks strapped to bust your ass)