StanWill - W.T.F lyrics

[StanWill - W.T.F lyrics]

Yeah (It's Danny G, bitch)
I don’t even know what I'ma name
This bitch but I talk crazy
I ain't gon’ lie dummy, huh, ayy, ayy (yeah)

Talk spice and pape, bitch, I'm bilingual
Four hundred fifty, boy
That's what the Off White equal
Saw my granny SSN, boy, the site evil
Why the fuck my shirt say
"FRIENDS"? I don't like people
That's my jugg sense, it's a ham around
Wait, did a broke nigga speak?
I can't stand the sound
Black tech like Master Chief
Whip my cannon out
Sitting in a room full of opps
Still standing out
I slid it from the back, I'm the Giffy Man
Told the bitch I can’t punch
Those but I really can
Oops, tripping in the mall, silly Stan
No cap, I was born goat, I’m the Billy Man
I do not need a bitch, only oxygen
Punch after punch after punch
I'm a boxing gym
Tired of niggas talking how they up
Puck a sock in it if I ain’t got Glock
Turn him Patrick and rock his shit
Hmm, we more up than a rockеt ship
Hmm, yo bitch on dick, she provocative
Shut yo ass up beforе Tron
Put his Crocs in it
Know my white boy'll let it fly, Stoyanovich
Hibachi on a balcony with the Gucci robe on
Punch and slide, I'm feeling like I'm Frozone
Bitch took my soul, got her on
Three hoes on my pin
I’m finna get my bowl on
On my face mask, I just punched
Really in the crib making pape
Yelling fuck Corona
Playing Simon Says with yo bitch
Told her bust it open
Grabbed so much drip online
I just punched a ocean
D&G did the kicks, I'm a wet walker
Stepping on vertebraes, I'm a neck walker
In a joggy writing dumps, I'm a tech author
Bitch-ass boy stealing sauce
He my stepdaughter
Hmm, no cap, boy, I'm billy goated
Whipped out my dick and that
Bitch went silly on it
SB over anybody, I got fifty on it
Saw the boys on the interstate
And got shifty on it
Hmm, that mean I was out of there
Running out of pape? That's like
Me running out of hair
Dee stingy with the sauce
Don't know how to share
Better hide yo bitch from the buffs
When I drop a pair
Hmm, punch shit like I'm AJ styles
I'll hit boy with a AK round
Got caught up and he snitched, he a agent now
I ain't even brush my teeth yet
I done made a thou'
Hmm, more foreign kicks than a FIFA cup
Only wanted mouth, no cap
You can keep the slut spent four hundred
What the fuck did I eat for lunch?
Boy broke, can't run it up
He must need a crutch
SB gang, gang, coming big press
Bought a Glock, dummy
I ain't coming bench press
Seven hundred dollars every time I misstep
"I was up before Corona", boy
That's a big stretch
In full thrust mode, boy
That's why yo bitch left
Opps should jump off every one until
It ain't a cliff left
Something like Pilates class
He'll get his shit stretched
Spin a opp block, boy
I'm really on my fifth left
We done really fucked Saks up
Ain't no drip left
I ain't wanna give her no dick
Now that bitch pressed
You'll probably clock in till it
Ain't a shift left
Bitch, I guess you gotta walk
Home 'cause the Lyft left

Dumbass stupid bitch (It's Danny G, bitch)
You gotta walk home

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