Lite Fortunato - WTFYO lyrics

(Indigo, Okay, Embasin)
It's the fucking SRT sRT, SRT

My bro just texted me "Nato
What the fuck you on?"
Bitch I'm stoned, he's a clone
That boy he a hoe
Please don't ask me what I'm on
Way too fucking geeked
I can't find my fucking phone
Way too fucking geeked
I can't find my fucking home
I don't like to speak so just
Leave me the fuck alone
Louis Vuitton cologne
I'm a grown ass man, I can make my own
Bitch tryna rip, wanna fuck to my songs
Cuz' she a high speed, she like my tone

I'm thumbing through 20's and 50's
And 100's my nigga not
Knock on my door, better come for the narcs
Smell on the butt
Come and swim with the sharks
I know what I got, I need more my nigga
My bro come home, I Dior my nigga
Oh he okay, Imma givе him my bitch
Oh by the way I got Chanel on my mind
White boy Frat, bеtter geek off the bongs
Freaky lil ting with a thing T thong
Talk with the lip but don't mean no harm
Vivienne you see the world on the charm
I got your bitch riding right on my arm
I got the world yeah right in my palm
I'm way too fly better watch your bitch
Rich bitch put a Cartier on her wrist
Watch that door, think the on to me
Aye lock that door, we got funds in here
Aye close that door we got guns in here
Know my wrist like the sun in here
Man fuck these niggas I feel betrayed
I could make the bitch you love my main
Moving with groupies a nigga was trained
Like Lil Uzi I'm giving them rage
Tip top, I'm lighting the way
Clique hop, switching your gang
Dick hop, get some fame
Give top, she don't remember my name
Ooh I need you, I really don't care no more
Ooh yeah I see you
I'm talking about this one
Ooh I'm conceited and they
Say I'm narcissistic
Gotta keep a pistol cuz I
Can't be a statistic

Two Perc, yeah tomorrow our visit
Ride with your bros
Want smoke with the gang then
Fuck it let's get it
When the cop get the drugs
The drugs I hid em
Used to be broke now I'm tying up bitches
Rain in the condo washing my dishes
Rajon Rondo got a nine on my wrist

My bro just texted me "Nato
What the fuck you on?"
Bitch I'm stoned, he's a clone
That boy he a hoe
Please don't ask me what I'm on
Way too fucking geeked
I can't find my fucking phone
Way too fucking geeked
I can't find my fucking home
I don't like to speak so just
Leave me the fuck alone
Louis Vuitton cologne
I'm a grown ass man, I can make my own
Bitch tryna rip, wanna fuck to my songs
Cuz' she a high speed, she like my tone