WTFO lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
f*ck n*gga, I spazz on you
I'm rich as f*ck, put the bag on you (Huh)
Make a n*gga spend his last on it
This cat so good, got a tax on it
Got the racks on me, racks on me
Oh, b*tch, I'm feeling good
Ho, I got a switch on this glizzy
I wish a n*gga would, huh

[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch, when I walk (Ho)
b*tch, when I talk (Ho)
I get money when I breathe
f*ck n*gga, all ya please

[Chorus]
All you pus*y-ass hoes, you can walk the f*ck out (pus*y-ass ho)
Y'all f*cking while y'all broke, b*tch, y'all shot the f*ck out (f*ck ass ho)
Huh, I ain't got not job, b*tch, I'm clocked the f*ck out (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm selling bricks, I cannot stand on no ounce

[Verse 2]
b*tch, look at this ass when I walk, ho, huh (Look at that ass)
This ass is a real dome, they think it's a car show
b*tch, I feel like Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson), huh, hee-hee (Hee-hee)
b*tch, you got that tired pus*y, ho, you can't f*ck with me-ee (Cmon)
I don't want no Ruth's Chris, n*gga f*ck them [?]
With a pus*y this good, I can't f*ck for free, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch, when I walk (Ho)
b*tch, when I talk (Ho)
I get money when I breathe (Ho)
f*ck n*gga, all ya please

[Chorus]
All you pus*y-ass hoes, you can walk the f*ck out (pus*y-ass ho)
Y'all f*cking while y'all broke, b*tch, y'all shot the f*ck out

[Verse 3]
b*tch, you know my name, they call me Suki, Suki, Suki (You know my name)
They looking for a b*tch that got the best coochie
And a b*tch can't blame 'em, this sh*t automatic (Automatic)
Like a fein when he smoking fresh rock, them n*ggas just got to have it (Got to have it)
I ain't got beef with these hoes, these hoes mad about these n*ggas (You mad)
I be runnin' up these bands, you be at home being miserable
Bend it over, make that thing jiggle
Ass so fat it'll hide a pistol
I'm so thick, I'm thickiana, I can make my coochie whistle
Getting fly what I'm into (What I'm into), stuntin' on these hoes is what I'm into (What I'm into)
All these pointers in my watch, you know money ain't a issue
Six thousand on Balenci' boots, b*tch, you better check my credentials
Hope you got your black card, n*gga, 'cause this coochie is expensive, huh

[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch, when I walk (Ho)
b*tch, when I talk (Ho)
I get money when I breathe (Ho)
f*ck n*gga, all ya please
[Chorus]
All you pus*y-ass hoes, you can walk the f*ck out (pus*y-ass ho)
Y'all f*cking while y'all broke, b*tch, y'all shot the f*ck out, huh (f*ck ass ho)