WTF | From The Block Performance

[Intro]
Graah
Graah graah boom

What the fuck
Pussy ass kids man
Like what the fuck
Them lil' niggas is dead
Graah
Graah graah boom
Every opp shot
Like what
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Graah

[Freestyle]
I be totin' knockers when I be in traffic
What the fuck I look like lackin'
Up it and flock it, no passin'
I'm tryna put a nigga in the casket, like
They was shootin' basket, now these niggas rappin'
Never caught a hit, why you cappin'?
My niggas spinnin' we make this shit happen
Free WestDot, free PDot, free JDot, free Kay Flock
Niggas always be talkin' what they not
Talk on JP and I'm leavin' your face hot
That's a face shot, shit's nasty
I was totin' Becky up in Cali
Fuck that internet shit, drop addy
Opp bitch wanna link get nasty
Bad lil bitch she callin' me daddy
I beat up the pussy, I'm beatin' it badly
Wait, what the fuck is a sally?
You gon' die tryna stop with that shit
Whеn y'all niggas never caught a hit?
Niggas always fallin' for a bitch
Wake up, your man's in a spliff
And nonе of ya niggas ain't never do shit
Slide through their block, don't run don't trip
Yeah I be with them niggas who started that shit, like
Bendin' blocks we gon' park up the whip
We gon' go in they p'z and we makin' it lit
Catch Yus Gz, that's a hit
I'ma make that nigga body flip
All y'all niggas do is politic
But I'm 'bout to make it, I don't give a shit
Like, why these bitches always on my dick
Shawty was dancin', whinin' on a grip
Whole time she was feelin' the stick
Hop out, send shots right out the whip
When we slide through their block they gon' run like they Rick
Niggas better just hope they don't trip
Totin' the knock when I post on the Fifth
I can never be dumb, can't slip
The backdoor open, I can't even trip
'Cause I know I'm prepared for that shit
Backdoor who? You gon' die with your grip
Niggas be cappin' and lyin' and shit
When they be the niggas that's dyin' and shit
Like, why I know Chase gon' slide with the grip, like
That's your bitch, you can die with the bitch
Like what, I'm on timin' lil bitch
Catch me a OY I'ma fire the grip
I can never rely on a bitch
'Cause these bitches gon' fuck 'cause I'm lit
They don't know what I did for this shit
No days off, bitch, part of my drip
And your nigga, broke as shit
He can't even afford to go buy you a fit
But me, why would I worry about fits?
I could be broke and still fuck your bitch
Give me a year and I'ma be rich
Niggas was sayin' I won't be shit
Now all their baby mothers on my dick
Knew all they baby mothers since a jit
Now all their baby mothers suckin' dick
They just laid back talkin' shit
Niggas like 40 always on my dick
Like, in my hood then gon' pay you respect
'Cause they know what I did for my set
Anyone actin' crazy gettin' left
Chaser gon' blow you, put that on the Sev
And y'all know that everything's for Mezzy
Talk on bro and I'm leaving you deady
On the drill for JB then I'm ready
Thirty clip on me I'm 'bout to get heavy
I'ma show these niggas who the stompers
Go to court and I lie to your honor
Startin' shit 'cause I know I'ma starter
Stay with my nine, call me Tony Parker
Everyday this shit gon' get harder
You just gotta maintain, go further
Don't quit, work harder
It's just me and my niggas solvin' all these problems

[Outro]
Graah
Graah graah boom
Every opp shot
I was gone for a lil' minute too
Word to my mother, I'm back