WTF lyrics

[Intro: B Will]
What the f*ck you mean, huh? yeah

[Chorus: Mista Cain & B Will]
What the f*ck you mean, yeah
Ain't no bodies in my section (what the f*ck?)
I can't get in with that Smith & Wesson (and I can't get in)
What the f*ck you mean you ain't f*ckin', yeah (what the f*ck?)
I just blew a hundred bands like it's nothin' (nothin')
What the f*ck you mean? (what the f*ck you mean?)
What the f*ck you mean? (what the f*ck you mean?)
What the f*ck you mean? (what the f*ck you mean?)
What the f*ck you mean? (what the f*ck you mean?)

[Verse 1: B Will]
She want a rich hater, what the f*ck you mean?
I need that pus*y clean, you know what I mean
Girl don't talk about no Sprite if you ain't brought no lean
n*gga you scorin' or you rollin', you know what I mean, yadda mean
I like a b*tch that likes to toot ass, she gon' let me cut
Catch this here, I want a new bag, hundred thousand up
Dooly truck, look I can't do bad
And I got a shooter with no brains, nothin' under his durag
Baby draco schoolbags
How you love that? babe go'n judge that
When you pull up in that Porsche them hoes gon' love that
I got this AR with this drum, you don't want none of that
Oh you a man, you got a plan, well stand in front of that
We selling hootoo like it's legal
Cut my uncle off because he crooked and he evil
And he all on Facebook, n*gga mixin' up his people (my grannie's son)
But f*ck it, I don't need him
I'm real clean, bands in my designer jeans