Jet-Li - Wtf! Lyrics

Aye!
Aye!
Aye! Aye! Aye!
I get the pack then i'm running out the back door
B*tch wanna f*ck but she needa keep them legs closed
I'll hit a stain b*tch i'm down just like 10 toes
No sh*t for free b*tch 6 bands for a damn show
Voicemail the b*tch can't be f*cking with no opp ho
I keep the glock b*tch i'm shooting at the opps tho
Sipping on wok I be moving in slo-mo
I want them racks I be chasing the bankroll
Mob sh*t
B*tch I go and drop the top sh*t
Big licks
Get you hot like a mosh pit
Drop heat like I lit a f*cking match stick
Slide quick
I pull up and f*cking rob sh*t
When I pull up these n*ggas act like they ain't talking 'bout me
Hopping out the whip, got all of your b*tches on me
I ain't worried 'bout a b*tch I just be chasing money
Had to cut a n*gga off 'cause he be moving funny
Running up a check I just want them bands
Louis belt hold the 30
Shake a n*gga out his pants
If I wanna f*cking tag you I don't gotta use my hands
I go crazy Kamikaze n*ggas think i'm from Japan
I don't need to flex
B*tch I know i'm a rock star
Diamonds they drip underwater, Osama
Roll another blunt in the cut like a Rasta
Sike nah i'm lying b*tch I only smoke imposters
Pull up choppa sing just like a mother f*cking rock band
Oppas quick to switch n*ggas faker than a spray tan
Your b*tch hit my DM wanna f*ck 'cause she a big fan
Gucci 'round my head I keep the AK like i'm Taliban
I play a trick like magician
I let her top me no kiss it
I wash these n*ggas like dishes
You kids so p*ssy i'm vicious