wtf u sayin lyrics

[Intro]
(Hehe, he, Ok is the hardest, I swear to God!)
(We gon' be ok)

[Verse]
n*ggas act like they on everything
Handing me bullsh*t, you served it on a plate
Bro thought he was up, he spent too much it turned right into scrapes
Hit this one b*tch she got blue eyes, yea she can't feel her [?]
High as f*ck, mixing with this gas, had blackout, yea I fainted
I was steppin' on his neck to much, he tapped out, barely made it
Made sure she give all her hеad to me, she kept mе educated
I brought so much drip, went on a trip, and got me extra cases
Louie sneaks’ that's on my feet, these b*tches got some extra laces
All my b*tches got ass, and they got faces
When I see third, just wanna taste it
Don’t mean to treat you dirt, but I’m gon’ flake on you, probably
I know that she salty
Your presence brought n*ggas in the fold, I know that they saw me
That boy look like a zombie
Don't run it up, keep crawlin'
Every time I get knocked on my ass, I get up and start walking
I brought her out when she was yappin’, you are not talking
Keep you safe three seats-three seats back, I am not stalking
Yeah, four of my n*ggas walked in, and he waved, mmh
That hoe wanted the di*k, I ain't even say, mmh (I ain't even say sh*t)
Why would I give a f*ck, if you didn't f*ck with me?
These n*ggas be on di*k, they sound too drunk to me
When I got that news it hit me, just like a truck
That was a quick fake, yea that was just a lil’ bug
Bro just fold his man's up under the rug
I don’t even need no b*tch, I got my mun-yun
[Bridge]
Blam, blam, boy yo’ b*tch sound lil' sad (She just want a bag, yeah)
Her pum-pum, hey, it’s constantly changing colors like a gecko
(Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Dumbass n*gga, green as hell, that’s why his stuff took
Drowning in that pus*y, that b*tch had me like bluh-bluh-bluh
You can't get your sh*t back, n*gga tough luck
We already knew that hoe was ran through from the start though
My beat from Ok, that n*gga too tough
Thick ass religious b*tch, I just turned her to a sl*t
All these b*tches saying “why the f*ck I gotta trust him”
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)
(We gon’ be ok)
Go back to yo’ stu’ and make your own banger
n*gga she can be a stripper, b*tch my aura change her
n*ggas cat calling, bought her a Taurus, yeah
Ain’t nun’, catch a flight to Bora Bora, yeah
Yo’ main mans a dork, yeah he a no-namer

[Outro]
Like what the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga (Mmh, mmh)
Like what the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga (Mmh, mmh)
Like what the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga (Mmh, mmh)
What the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga
What the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga (Uh, uh)
What the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga
What the f*ck you sayin’ n*gga (Uh, uh)
What the f*ck you sayin' n*gga