wtm lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Phew, blatt)

[Verse]
Du-Dumb b*tch, she f*cking my mood
With twin, like, "What is the move?"
See-See Zen, b*tch, know she gon' choose
n*gga, that fye send him to the Moon
Where you at? I'm looking for you
Where you at, b*tch? Looking for you
And we gon' pop like ballons
High off the pack, b*tch, snooze
f*ck n*gga, I'on sip no booze
Me and slime hop out the V, on two
Slide on a bad b*tch, love how I do
Thirty round, f*ck n*gga, aim it at you
Wipe a n*gga nose, achoo
These n*ggas bite, chew
She give me neck, no chew
Broke n*gga, can't f*ck with you
Look the sky, blue
Look at my pockets, blue
No, you can't f*ck with the crew
They looking at you then, boo
Pockets up, they so hard
Lil' b*tch off of them bars
Ain't it really that hard
Leave a n*gga fried, off the charts
Feel like I'm in the dark
Upping the fye, f*ck n*gga, he dart
Do that sh*t, f*ck n*gga, hit hard
(Bee!)
Lame-Lame ahh nih, hit hard