Young Buck - WTF lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

I mean fo' real, man

These rap niggas are un-fuckin'-believable

(Verse)

I'm so sick of these rap niggas sayn they're gonna kill somethin'

They got me too deem

Niggas betta off ridin' round with their new bitch in that new Benz

I been lookin' and listenin' fo' the sneak dissin', just payn attention

Me, I fuckin' marinate in this kitchen

I got a closet full of ammunition

Then I start fore-field, remember my prescription, boy

Pour 460 ounce

Shoot a nigga face off, nigga, we can Face-Off

Skinny nigga, but I'll mack a nigga, clean isle

I just seen a talent shout out with a choppa, nigga

What the fuck you think I dream bout?

And I got a patna that likely dress proper

Ready? Gon' rob you, soon we leave out

I'm about to take flicks and tell 'em I got knicks

And I ain't been on tour, I been in the projects

I'mma get my money regardless

I'm fuckin' the trap up, I'm being honest

I save some timbs fo' you niggas careers

You thirty niggas still remember when I cry

I heard pricks who payed all my pay rups

Then hit the federal pen and wouldn't get my time

Came home and I want a brand new McLaren

So I gotta go and get a whole lotta heroin

And I know that these whit fols starin'

But I'm still sellin' dope, not carin'

I'm still sendin' pounds, we sharin'

I'm still fuckin' good on Karen

And it's nobody I'm sparing

It's not a good look when people lookin' like what the fuck was that?!

(Hook x2)

What the fuck was that? I don't want the shit, know where my money at

I ain't come for this, I'm not comin' back