WTF lyrics

[Intro]
Damn
What? What-what?
(Ay, hoop, where you at n*gga?)

[Chorus]
n*gga, what, what, what, what the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
n*gga what? n*gga—
n*gga what? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck?

[Verse 1]
n*gga pull up, choppa bust
Bust him in a Lamb truck ain't no bus (Frr)
Switch on a n*gga, gang, n*gga
Bet I don't get touched
Ay, brick on a n*gga
Trap servin', I'm in the trap with the birds, n*gga
Pull up on n*ggas
I get to dumpin'
That what you heard, n*gga
Drank for the high, tax 'em for lyin'
I got to serve, n*gga
Take it back to the trap
Zone one trap out the curb, n*gga
[Chorus]
n*gga, what, what, what, what the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
n*gga what? n*gga—

[Verse 2]
Ay, ay, damn
n*gga, play with 'em bands
Playing with a Draco, n*gga, murk your man
I'm two fifty in the trenches, in that Cullinan (Yuh)
My lil' shorty play with switches like they Taliban (Damn)
I just drunk еxotic coffee all in Amsterdam (Damn)
n*gga done made mе mad, I spinned
He can't walk again
Damn, I came up from trappin' got rich
Damn, it's Fiji, it's water, it flooded my wrist
Damn, I blitz up on n*gga with switch
Damn, I really be posted up in the sticks
Dropped the top, back in the Lamb'
n*gga swerve through Zone 6
It's a lot of n*ggas cappin', n*gga, real recognize real
I done served everybody, junkies, they pull up and shop with the kid
I got pounds in the trenches
I can not f*ck with me
Every drop that we got, every time we leave 'em sleep
[Chorus]
n*gga, what, what, what, what the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
n*gga what? n*gga—