WTF Songtext

Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons

The fuck they think they playin' with? Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my ceilin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brothеr Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most thesе niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even fuckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They weren't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realest
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it

Huh, I don't know who the fuck these niggas is
Who the fuck these bitches?
Huh, who the fuck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga whacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (Ayy, yo)

Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (Memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice (Practice)
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (Cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (Like fractures)
I don't fuck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (Keep wishin')
All up on the star how I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin' (Ain't winnin')

Who the fuck is these bitches?
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it