​what you talkin bout lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yuh, I got a fye’ on my hip, don’t get took down (Don’t get took down)
I tryna enter a party and I’m smoking loud (Smoking loud)
Yeah, f*ck a groupie hoe, I know they just want clout (They just want clout)
Ain’t no b*tch in this sh*t that’s really gon hold me down (Hold me down)
You got jugged out yo sh*t, boy you’s a clown
And it stay up on my hip when I’m running round’
I can’t thug it out, aye, but I throw an ounce
Why you tryna call me bae, but you did me foul? (You did me foul)
f*ck all the bullsh*t, I bust up on you now
And I see em’ all staring when I’m walking out
I just want the Benz, b*tch f*ck what you talkin’ bout

[Verse 2]
Whatchu talking bout? b*tch what are you talking bout?
I went to your hoe crib and f*cked (?)
Y’know Yukey f*cked ya b*tch, yeah that’s no doubt
Yeah that’s no doubt, b*tch yeah that’s no doubt
When I do a show, that sh*t gon be sold out (Aye, that sh*t gon be sold out)
Pull up to his crib, he ain’t tryna be bold now (He ain’t tryna be bold now)
And I’m coping diamond sh*t, f*ck the gold bro
Huh, you ain’t getting anywhere, f*ck yo goals bruh (f*ck yo goals bro)
f*ck all the opps, I’m praying on they downfall (Praying on they downfall)
Wishing death on every b*tch that tried to do me wrong (That tried to me wrong)

[Outro]
Yeah, why they tried to do me wrong?
I don’t give two f*cks
Hopping out that truck, ho