WTF lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Huh, I'm tryna run it up
I want some head from that hoe, I don't wanna f*ck
That ain't no dog that you selling, n*gga that's a mutt
This ain't no GG number 4, n*gga this some runts

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Bought some gorilla glue, and told the n*gga it was pink runts
A n*gga tried to rob me, and I shot him with a black pistol
Just caught one of my opps in the hood, riding a bicycle
Just shot one of my opps at the ice cream truck, getting a popsicle

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
.5 smoking ass n*gga, all you roll is blunts
You gon' turn into a b*tch, when you ain't got no gun
Get a n*gga killed for sneak dissing, before he drop his song
WiFi using n*gga, you ain't got no phone

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
I just f*cked a b*tch last night, she ain't have no phone
And I had to kick that b*tch out, she ain't have nowhere to go
Told my mans to roll 3 grams, he ain't know how to roll
I'm in the strip club with the dancers clutching on my pole
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga know I'm sliding with him if he right or wrong
No I don't f*ck with the bins, n*gga buy some bowls
You can give me $1,200, I'll write your song
I tell the truth to my b*tch, I don't lie no more

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
A label just offered my a deal, I don't swipe no more
And I'm in the studio freestyling, I don't write no more
f*cked that lil b*tch 7 times, don't wanna f*ck her no more
Shot that lil n*gga 5 times, I wanna shoot him some more

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Bro say he done with the perc's, can't get high no more
Dawg sneak dissing on the net, we gon' wipe his nose
I'm from Flint, a n*gga probably kill you for an ounce of dope
You on your period lil b*tch? Don't you got a throat?

[Verse 8: Kasher Quon]
I'm tired of designer, bout to go and buy a Nike coat
Just beat a n*gga ass and shot him up in some black forces
Just got a b*tch pregnant, told her she gotta get a abortion
My mans just pulled with a pint of Morton Grove

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon]
Oh you got some Gucci's on, but them sneakers old
I'm finna buy some off-white 1's from Sneaker Legends
Finna slide with my Glock, that's my secret weapon
Scammed a white n*gga through Western Union with a test question
Kasher, why you finessed him for them Retro 7's?
This b*tch irritating, keep asking me can I buy her a present
Shoot a n*gga 31 times, send him straight to heaven
A n*gga just said he got some act, but I think he jeffin'
Just bought a half P of runts, I am not blessing
My cousin ran off with 2 zips, but I am not trippin'
Get my hands on a whole pint, I am not sippin'
My ex b*tch broke, I just found out she trickin'
[Verse 10: YSR Gramz]
I'ma f*ck around and put Lebeau in every hood
Fat n*gga f*cked a b*tch for hours, I need 30 woods
You the type to get some Flint fame, and turn Hollywood
Sell a thousand grams in your hood, sh*t I probably could
n*ggas hatin' on a scam artist, tryna stop they jugg
Shoot the Draco sideways, I'm finna pop his hood
My last b*tch was bad as hell, I should've knocked her up
Stole some petty grams from YSR, I should've popped you up

[Verse 11: Kasher Quon]
My mans in his feelings, he told me I'm acting Hollywood
Chillin' out in Cali, f*cked a b*tch from Hollywood
Just poured up some drink, now I need some Jolly Ranchers
I can't find no lean today, so I'm throwing a temper tantrum
I ain't have my Glock, so I stabbed him with a back scratcher
Your b*tch said she wanna f*ck me, cause I'm a rapper
A n*gga just tried to rob me, and I stabbed him
A b*tch just sent me some money, and I scammed her