WTF (Who The Fuck) is YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA) & Nicki Minaj new collaboration, See official Lyrics & Video below;
WTF LYRICS (Written by YoungBoy NBA featuring Nicki Minaj)
Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up
Ayy, Dom
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these bitches?
Huh, who the fuck these people are?
Tell ’em that we can’t kick it
Ho inside they jeans, I’m too real
I’ma get a nigga wet behind these niggas
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons
The fuck they think they playin’ with? Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin’ on stackin’ bands in my section
Thinkin’ ’bout my lil’ brother Kendell, I start ventin’
Need to call lil’ brother Jay, I’m in bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain’t even fuckin’ with me
Most these niggas gon’ die today, if they try, know they can’t get me
Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don’t remember they face at all, they wasn’t with me in the trenches
I don’t remember them from my grandad house, I’m serious
They weren’t with me when I was hangin’ out that car, this ain’t realest
Balerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin’ get spilled in it
I don’t know who the fuck these niggas is
Who the fuck these bitches?
Huh, who the fuck these people are?
Go tell ’em that we can’t kick it
Ho inside they jeans, I’m too real
I’ma get a nigga wet behind these niggas
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (Ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (Memes)
Keep sleepin’ on the team, we gon’ pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, “Cause a scene”
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (Cactus)
I’m the one that they tread like tractors
And still can’t catch a break like fractures (Like fractures)
I don’t fuck with them, I’m too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin’ (Keep wishin’)
All up on the star how I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain’t winnin’
Who the fuck is these bitches?
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these people are?
Tell ’em that we can’t kick it
