WTF lyrics

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Yvncc]
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
Like, what the f*ck?

[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica & Yvncc]
It's all up in the air, and I can feel it fallin'
I got my phone on DND, they can't stop textin' me from college
They tryna get my ass to run, but I'm still out here crawlin'
I'm like, "This sh*t ain't that fun," they like, "Wait until you're ballin'"
But I ain't no baller, I'm a f*cking sl*t (Yeah)
I'm a b*tch, I'm a ho, I'm a f*cking mutt
They be out here watching every move like I still give a f*ck
But really, every day I'm wishing that I could just give it up
Look over to my man like, "How the f*ck you do that?"
b*tches taking shots like I won't motherf*cking shoot back
These b*tches telling lies so sometimes I just be like, "True that"
They gotta keep the mystery intact, but I'm like, "Screw that"
Let 'em see the ugly, let 'em watch me run
At this point it's above me, but I ain't forgot
All them b*tches who was dissin', I'm like, "Listen"
I'm my biggest opp, b*tch, like, f*ck a mission
Know my man want me to glisten, when I just wanna pop pills
b*tch, keep talking sh*t on Discord, you ain't 'bout to stop deals
Ridin' 'til I pop wheels, f*ck the impact (Impact)
Know a couple b*tches waiting for the get back
When I get my lick back, sh*t, it won't be worth it
'Cause I don't move the same as you, b*tch, neither of us perfect
[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Yvncc]
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
Like, what the f*ck?

[Verse 2: Sybyr]
Ayy, I know n*ggas that are trying to take me out
I know n*ggas that trying to take me out, yeah
I know n*ggas that trying to count me out, yeah
I don't give a f*ck, everything is on the downturn
I don't give a f*ck, we all ready for the downpour
It's a lot of noise going on on the internet
It's a lot of noise and I gotta keep them stimulated
This is not a simulation, we in the world
[?] wait for a crumb
f*ck a collective, don't care what it costs ya
He on his ass, eating pork, beans, and pasta
He's an impostor
Racks in the bank, got another deposit
Make some new friends 'cause the old ones have lost it
I don't care anymore
Not my fault if you gotta double up your chores
[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Yvncc]
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the f*ck?
Like, what the f*ck?