What The F**k Is This lyrics

[Verse 1]
First of all, I set this off on the right note
I wear no leather white shoes, no leather white coat
It's your n*gga Cheeks, coming from the slum
f*cking with the rest of them
You know the best of them is crumbs
A lot of slum cats, we get hit with bum raps
How much you want to bet them faggots set them dumb traps
So all we been through, go through, and run through
Now when I cop my jewelry, I gotta cop a gun too
Certain faggot n*ggas I don't f*ck with anymore
They fronting like they seen nothing, I know many saw
Keep it lowkey, yeah these n*ggas know me
I'm motherf*cking OD, I represent with OB
Basically cuz a n*gga's talking sh*t still
I bеt when I drop my sh*t, they see that sh*t's real
That n*gga hit, hе did some sh*t, he did a long big
[?], it's on kid
My brother Wally on the side, he keep that heavy metal
n*ggas know when I come through I keeps it very ghetto
[?], it's lowkey relating
Suckas fronting like they rich, what that b*tch saying?
Players haters hating on us cuz we jingling
With hot chicks, we mingling, they pop until they're single and
Seen my menace on, f*ck it, once again it's on
Skills is what y'all n*ggas need, got weed and my Guinness on
[Hook]
Basically, man, I see it all the time
n*ggas fronting shine but they can't grind
What the f*ck is this?
These corny n*ggas always fronting like they ball
When we come through, they play the wall
What the f*ck is this?

[Verse 2]
I goes the whole mile, my style is unlisted
This ain't no comeback so don't get it twisted
We get money, spend money, how the cool do
Y'all n*ggas see me doing me, y'all n*ggas, who you?
Your fast food rap groups with your rap troupes
First of all, where y'all n*ggas get your rap roots?
Forget laying up, I'm staying up in labs
Pushing rhymes like yo, we taking planes like cash
The jiggy n*gga from Queens with my [?] jeans
My videos with some prose, the boulevard sings
Okay, tec sh*t, get paid before I wreck sh*t
That n*gga from the slums so I comes with some neck sh*t
My army black, it keep me covered, got my Tims on
Hot shoes up in my whip, that means there's rims on
Basically we stepping high to this sh*t
Basically man, we got to this sh*t
Crumple sticky green inside the sweet Backwoods
Duns snatching black hoods, it's real how we attack hoods
How that sh*t sound, my chick shop Midtown
Write my own rhymes man, nobody holds the kid down
First of all, it's official how we ball
Higher and higher, us n*ggas trying not to fall
I could care less about your n*gga's [?]
Like I said, do you but don't break the rules
[Hook]