WTF 3 (XXX)

[VK MAC]
I already told you, that girl’s crazy
Burns my cash, always on drugs
What the fuck, bitch?
My Draco’s already at my door
Girl in my bed, stacks in my pocket

They look at me and say: What the fuck, man?
She’s a hell of a ride in my bed
I’m feeling like a zombie
I walk into the bank, they say: What the fuck, man?
I’m not declaring this cash
I don’t explain shit to anyone

[Dudu]
More than a hundred, dude, masked in the clip
Wearing Nikes, I don’t fuck with drifit
Silk or suede jacket, yeah
No changing the fit (Okay)
Car’s lowered, I’m feeling rich, yeah
Frost drops hard
Like a tube of smoke in people’s mouths
Dance if it’s the crew at the party
Dance ‘cause the kids are fresh
And there’s blocks everywhere, I walked, tripped on another
My mom’s here to prove monsters don’t hatch from eggs
In the Duster of the year, marking faces with clouds beside
Fleeing on the highway, floating, Murilin’s the real deal
Sweet smoke stretches in my mouth like gum, yeah
My dude brings it, like 21 Savage
762 in the glove box of this 747-8
Kilos in this Boeing, but I only sign for a 28

[VK MAC]
Yeah, my flow explodes like dynamite
Yesterday I went way overboard
Bitch, you wanna play games with me?
I don’t have time for that anymore
In life, many steps
None of my days have been normal
I try to run, but when she sees me, she shows off
Tell me how it’s done? Send me a sign of life
I don’t see you here, I’m in another realm
What happened yesterday? I pulled a bank heist
Don’t mind the madness, just celebrating
Break that bottle, I’m fucking her in the living room, yeah
Under the chandelier, I love your pussy
This table’s expensive, yeah
And what do you want? Repeat
You don’t want anything, stop playing (Fuck)
I pull from my pocket, I roll with the crew
You’re left feeling awkward

I already told you, that girl’s crazy
Burns my cash, always on drugs
What the fuck, bitch?
My Draco’s already at my door
Girl in my bed, stacks in my pocket

They look at me and say: What the fuck, man?
She’s a hell of a ride in my bed
I’m feeling like a zombie
I walk into the bank, they say: What the fuck, man?
I’m not declaring this cash
I don’t explain shit to anyone

They look at me and say: What the fuck, man?
She’s a hell of a ride in my bed
I’m feeling like a zombie
I walk into the bank, they say: What the fuck, man?
I’m not declaring this cash
I don’t explain shit to anyone