letra de wtfy - rory fresco
wtfy lyrics
[intro]
it’s yung mango
[chorus]
said we— (who the f-ck y’all?)
who the f-ck y’all?
countin’ blue money in the coupe ducked off
took perc 30 now i’m booted up, booted up
bad ass b-tch tryna toot it up
livin’ my best f-ckin’ life, i’ma do it up, ah
n-ggas always got switch, been broke
tell the truth, that ain’t got sh-t to do with us, ah
slide, all black uber truck
my bih get nasty like rico
n-ggas ain’t getting no money, yeah, we know
n-ggas they know, if i hop on ya motherfucin’ track, i’m a motherfucin’ cheat code
i’m in there gettin’ them c-notes
she askin’ me, “what are you tryna do? you tryna f-ck?”, and i told that b-tch, “bingo” (bingo)
[verse]
f-ck, 911 like reno (f-ck)
sl-t, she tryna f-ck my ego
what? f-ck ’round turn that nino
crack yo’ f-ckin’ head like debo (p-ssy)
they gon’ always try to play you, girl, just keep it p though (p)
who the f-ck are y’all? sh-t, h-ll do we know (we don’t know)
we not with that talkin’, we on go (we on go)
p-ssy so good, i’m ’bout to fall in but she ain’t no ho
don’t talk to me ’bout five bands, boy, that ain’t no dough (dough)
pop a percocet 10 then i take off, float (go)
she like how i taste when she suck my d-ck (suck my d-ck)
when i go to eliantte (‘te), i’m not tuckin’ sh-t (sh-t)
it’s some sh-t i ain’t even gotta say (gotta say)
they not f-ckin’ with us (with us)
if i cut you off, you handed me the f-ckin’ scissors
speaking of f-ckin’ sza, i would love to do that (yeah)
they say i’m that n-gga (yeah), i just tell them “true that” (yeah)
it’s a war zone in my city, you might end up in the gulag (gone)
this lil’ wh0re keep tryna ‘tempt me and i got a b-tch, now she callin’ me rude-ass
fast-ass whip got dark ass tint, if the cops try to stop me, we do the dash (do the dash)
muddled up, can’t see through the glass (through the glass)
counted up, making ’em super mad (super mad)
i put two and two together, add it up, lil’ n-gga do the math
(lil’ n-gga do the math, go get a bag wit’ yo’ stupid ass)
[chorus]
said we—
who the f-ck y’all?
countin’ blue money in the coupe ducked off
took perc 30 now i’m booted up, booted, up
bad ass b-tch tryna toot it up
livin’ my best f-ckin’ life, i’ma do it up, ah
n-ggas always got switch, been broke
tell the truth, that ain’t got sh-t to do with us, ah
slide, all black uber truck
my bih get nasty like rico
n-ggas ain’t getting no money, yeah, we know
n-ggas they know, if i hop on ya motherfucin’ track, i’m a motherfucin’ cheat code
i’m in there gettin’ them c-notes
she askin’ me, “what are you tryna do? you tryna f-ck?”, and i told that b-tch, “bingo” (bingo)
[outro]
it’s yung mango
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