W.T.F lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (It's Danny G, b*tch)
I don’t even know what I'ma name this b*tch but I talk crazy, I ain't gon’ lie
Dummy, huh, ayy, ayy (Yeah)

[Verse]
Talk spice and pape, b*tch, I'm bilingual
Four hundred fifty, boy, that's what the Off-White equal
Saw my granny SSN, boy, the site evil
Why the f*ck my shirt say "FRIENDS"? I don't like people
That's my jugg sense, it's a ham around
Wait, did a broke n*gga speak? I can't stand the sound
Black tech like Master Chief, whip my cannon out
Sitting in a room full of opps, still standing out
I slid it from the back, I'm the Giffy Man
Told the b*tch I can’t punch those but I really can
Oops, tripping in the mall, silly Stan
No cap, I was born goat, I’m the Billy Man
I do not need a b*tch, only oxygen
Punch after punch after punch, I'm a boxing gym
Tired of n*ggas talking how they up, puck a sock in it
If I ain’t got Glock, turn him Patrick and rock his sh*t
Hmm, we more up than a rockеt ship
Hmm, yo b*tch on di*k, she provocative
Shut yo ass up beforе Tron put his Crocs in it
Know my white boy'll let it fly, Stoyanovich
Hibachi on a balcony with the Gucci robe on
Punch and slide, I'm feeling like I'm Frozone
b*tch took my soul, got her [?] on
Three hoes on my pin, I’m finna get my bowl on
[?] on my face mask, I just punched [?]
Really in the crib making pape, yelling f*ck Corona
Playing Simon Says with yo b*tch, told her bust it open
Grabbed so much drip online, I just punched a ocean
D&G did the kicks, I'm a wet walker
Stepping on vertebraes, I'm a neck walker
In a joggy writing dumps, I'm a tech author
b*tch-ass boy stealing sauce, he my stepdaughter
Hmm, no cap, boy, I'm billy goated
Whipped out my di*k and that b*tch went silly on it
SB over anybody, I got fifty on it
Saw the boys on the interstate and got shifty on it
Hmm, that mean I was out of there
Running out of pape? That's like me running out of hair
Dee stingy with the sauce, don't know how to share
Better hide yo b*tch from the buffs when I drop a pair
Hmm, punch sh*t like I'm A.J. Styles
I'll hit boy with a AK round
Got caught up and he snitched, he a agent now
I ain't even brush my teeth yet, I done made a thou'
Hmm, more foreign kicks than a FIFA cup
Only wanted mouth, no cap, you can keep the sl*t
Spent four hundred, what the f*ck did I eat for lunch?
Boy broke, can't run it up, he must need a crutch
SB gang, gang, coming big press
Bought a Glock, dummy, I ain't coming bench press
Seven hundred dollars every time I misstep
"I was up before Corona", boy, that's a big stretch
In full thrust mode, boy, that's why yo b*tch left
Opps should jump off every one until it ain't a cliff left
Something like Pilates class, he'll get his sh*t stretched
Spin a opp block, boy, I'm really on my fifth left
We done really f*cked Saks up, ain't no drip left
I ain't wanna give her no di*k, now that b*tch pressed
You'll probably clock in till it ain't a shift left
b*tch, I guess you gotta walk home 'cause the Lyft left
[Outro]
Dumbass stupid b*tch (It's Danny G, b*tch)
You gotta walk home