WDYW (feat. Lil Uzi Vert, A$AP Ferg & Rich The Kid) testo – Carnage

I turn five to a tenI turn twenty to a fiftyFourty fourty hit your woadie shorty Balmain, Saint Laurent with the FendiI turn five to a tenI turn twenty to a fiftyFourty fourty hit your woadie shortyBalmain, Saint Laurent with the FendiWhatchu want, tell me whatchu want (What do you want?)Like whatchu want, Like what do you want?Whatchu want? Let a nigga knowLet a nigga know, let a nigga know You get hit, 40 all at youI got your bitch on me, your mama on me and she birth youBlowin' Uzi, I'm just off the shitsGot your bitch on me, she all up on this dickI am so turnt upI don't give a mothafuck, I am the manStay hella manly, your girl my baby[?], I am too lazy Fergy gonna get 'em, youngin' doin' betterUzi with Uzi hit him through the leatherBlack Panther party, Huey with the leatherFeel like I'm him with the cheddarPut 'em in the soup, portobelloHit him in the head through his cerebellumNigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin' felonHe'll dead him in a second if I tell himSmoke a number nine for you with the [?]He was on his way to his dreamsThen his dreams started derailing from a weaponThese kids I try tell 'emDon't get caught with a weaponHip Hop police on the 'GramAnd they can't wait to get 'em Trap, he smoking on midnight gasFinessing a nigga with pounds of the swagMy bitches, they bustin', you niggas, you cuffin'I trap out the bando them onionsWhatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga?Got [?] in them Xans, wrappin' the bricks in saranYou don't want problemsBitch I got choppers, AfghanistanMigos Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed30 gold chains I flex, but I ain't ever had no jobTurn twenty to a fiftyTryna jump at Rich the kid, diamonds dancin' like DiddyI trap in the kitchen with Whitney, Actavis killin' my kidneys

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