WTFFF (feat. Lil Yachty, Honest, Draft Day, Camo!)

Yeah, yeah

Man, ayy, huh, huh

Carti gang, we push or slide

Without a doubt, we ready to ride

So much ice on us, don't need the glide

We stackin' that money and cry

Yeah, tax your profit, that bitch

I go and jet the line on a bitch

I ain't never ever made time for a ho

First round business got millions at the door

Yeah, cup full of blood, somebody died

Concrete fell off, somebody lied

I got the blick on my hip so it ain't

No room to put my pride to the side

Buyin' a ticket to one of our shows the only time our worlds collide

I'm the type to put swag on a ho

My bitch love when I dress to the fly

You the type, probably go cry for the bitch

I go Kobe at the line on a bitch

More money than us, preposterous

This Louis bag is ostrich

I'm in NYC in a GLE with an ARP like who fuckin' with me?

Who fuckin' with us? Who fuckin' with we?

I'm a mud man, nigga, and I'm so concrete

Not usin' your head, get knocked off your feet

Don't check out the price, nigga, check out the heat

Don't check on me, nigga, check on your ho

I'm switchin' my clothes like I'm switchin' my flows

You get what you see and this life ain't free

Tryna up a B, I done mastered the key

Play this shit back, now they runnin' to me

Put on the ride, now we ridin' 'round geeked

Everything loaded, got captain seats

These niggas hatin', wanna see us deceased

Five star everything, every dollar eats

We on the run but they ain't catchin' me

What the fuck?

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah

You, uh-huh, ayy, yeah, yeah

Ski, Ski, it's us, Ski

I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane (Okay)

I took the— (Ayy)

I took the Cadillac V to the fast lane

Too many guns on gang, I'm task force

I heard your tape, that shit sound like my last name

I put the belt on niggas, my last name

Rich nigga leanin', I'm Cartier crash gang

Ride with the best in my family

Ride with the best in my family

Ride with the best in my family

Concrete

Feel like 50 when he made The Massacre

I go CC, nigga, Sebastian

Got the gang locked up, Chris Masters

Chain hit like a natural disaster

Chain hit like a left hand from Tank

Diamond fishbowl, got her at the sink

Got her runnin' my errands like Hank

Like Hank, I just hit a home run

Boy, you a ho, you make store runs

Boy, I go Ku, Gohan

I'm sittin' on shit like a futon (Okay, what?)

I'm standin' on shit like a futon (Okay)

That ain't your pipe, show your gun (Okay)

And I'm choppin' up shit like shogun (Okay)

Fuck that, six hundred K on both arms (Okay)

Walk 'round this bitch with a pipe bomb (Okay)

Geekin' at most of the right wrongs

It's all that I roll, that shit's a python (Okay)

Pussy get wet with my ice on (Okay)

Diamonds is brighter than nylon (Okay)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm (Okay)

I fuck her, keep her that light on (Okay)

Cockin' my right arm (Okay)

I kill that bygone, be bygone (Okay)

Ayy (Okay)

I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)

None of them niggas get flyer than us (Okay)

I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)

None of them niggas get higher than us (Okay)

I see a whole lot of cliques (Okay)

None of them niggas rap better than us

Number one pick, bitch, I'm winnin' regardless

My baby fine but I'm drop-dead gorgeous

Spoil her, GG, three whip around horses

I'm laughin' you niggas, we givin' out quarters

Guns like a chrome but this G Lock for smarter

Hollows gon' burn you, don't go greet the sermon

I got some thick shit ready in Germany

We have more rank than a motherfuckin' colonel

You gotta grind for them to say that you earned it

First round draft, that boy, he deserve it

The way that we movin', got a worldwide permit

Said it already, it's us, yeah, you heard me, pussy