WTF lyrics

(Intro)
I mean fo’ real, man These rap n*ggas are un-f*ckin’-believable

(Verse 1)
I’m so sick of these rappers sayn they’re gonna kill somethin’
They got me tuned in
n*ggas betta off ridin’ round with that rich b*tch in that new Benz
I been lookin’ and listenin’ fo’ the sneak dissin’, just payn attention
Me, I f*ckin’ marinate in this kitchen
And I got a closet full of ammunition
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Shoot a n*gga face off, n*gga, we can Face-Off
Skinny n*gga, but I’ll knock a n*gga clean out
I just seen a toddler shot up with a choppa, n*gga
What the f*ck you think I dream bout?
And i got a potna that likely dress proper Ready?
Gon’ rob you, soon you'll leave out
Emma about to text Flex tell him I got next
And I ain't been on tour, i been in the projects
I’mma get my money regardless
I’m f*ckin’ the trap up, I’m being honest
I save some tears for you n*ggas careers
You know these n*ggas still remember when I cry
Bricks payed off, my bankruptcy hit the federal pen went and did my time
Came home and I want a new McLaren
So I gotta go and get a whole lotta heroin
And I know that these whit folks strain’
But I'm still selling dope not caring
And I’m still sendin’ pounds, we sharin’
And I’m still f*ckin’ good on ?????
And it’s nobody I’m sparing It’s not a good look when people lookin’ like what the f*ck was that?!
(Hook x2)
What the f*ck was that?
I don’t want the sh*t, now where my money at
I ain’t come for this, I’m not comin’ back

(Verse 2)
It's twelve o'clock July 31st
I wanna be specific with the date and time
Friday morning n*ggas woke up
And had to realize that this game is mine
I'm taking down all you rap n*ggas down low
And f*ckin' yo' hoe two of the b*tches fine
Intoxicated but I can walk the straight line
And I know you n*ggas ain't never seen my kind
All [??] gon allert this
Instagram is gonna work this (BUCKSHOTZ)
Twitter prolly gonna have a circus
And I know my enemies gonna get nervous
Crash your Maybach and I do it on purpose
Make your Phantom had to go and get surface
Same n*gga that you thought was wortless
Ain't nothing that I can't purchase
A lot of rap n*ggas 'bout to be in churches
Prayin' that n*gga don't get too hot
I know God forgive us, sometime I will
But I'm sorry this time I'm not
I been flippin' every dime that I got
I done put extendos all on my Glock
I been fillin'[??] with these blocks
n*ggas better start shooting back at the cops
I'm sitting here in a studio right now
With some real young n*ggas got rocks in their socks
I just had a conversation with Proof
I been even face time with Pac
I know these rappers waitin' on me to stop
n*ggas been hatin' on me from the top
Back on my Buck sh*t I got it on lock
Now you now it's not a good look when people lookin' like what the f*ck was that?!
(Hook x2)
What the f*ck was that?
I don’t want the sh*t, now where my money at
I ain’t come for this, I’m not comin’ back