Letra de What Da What? - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Ah, man, goddamn (Huh)

(Euphoric, this you?)

(AJ, run that shit up)

Yeah, yeah, huh, wow, nigga

What the fuck?

Hold on, I just pulled up

Nigga, what the fuck?

Hold on, I just pulled up (You already know how I'm finna do it)

Nigga, what the? (Yeah)

What the? (Huh)

What the? (Yup)

Nigga, what the what?

Nigga

Nigga, what the blatt, blatt, blatt?

I ain't gotta say shit, you see my flag

Slim bitch with the thick ol' ass, I wan' hit her from the back (Yeah)

I wan' turn up, yeah, yeah

I wan' pull up in that skrrt, skrrt

Pull off real fast (Skrrt)

Look, Pristine half a million (Skrrt)

Yeah, Rolex cost a mansion (Skrrt)

Fuck 'em, them youngins gon' catch 'em and do 'em for free (Skrrt, skrrt)

Pussy, I call that free bandin' (Skrrt, skrrt), bitch, fuck ya

Fuck ya

Probably mad, one of your hoes, I fucked her, hm, street, mm

Bitch, fuck ya, fuck ya

You know that I'm thuggin', you play (Skrrt), I'ma flush ya, bitch

I wan' go bezel for bezel

I wanna go hit after hit (Wanna go hit after hit)

I wanna go million for million

Pussy wan' probably go bitch for bitch

I'm fuckin' they daughters, I'm slidin' in— yeah

I pull up Ferarri, pull up Maserati

That burner, it's on me, I got it, yeah

In my body, that shit lookin' like I sell bricks

I look like I just did a hit, nigga

I look like I just sold a brick, woah

I look like I just a hit a lick

This nigga mad 'cause I just fucked his bitch

What you sellin'? Yeah

Trap sixteens and sevens, yeah

Got the whole damn album

Switch it up

Big B been in the yard backed up (Up)

Street

Whole goddamn front yard sellin'

What you want?

What you need?

I'll mail 'em

"Music or pussy?" I got the bitch still sellin' (Sellin')

Service

Switchin' it up

Service

I'm 'bout to take it to heaven

Murder out a Suburban

I'm 'bout to switch to the Chevy, they better be ready

I wan' go million for million

Pussy-ass nigga, we can count that shit by seven

Hatin'-ass nigga, I'm a villain

Old-ass nigga, I'ma catch ya down bad and stretch ya (Stretch ya)

Pourin' that shit up in 'villa

He made a diss, so his BM, I bought her chinchilla

Nigga, what the what?

Nigga

Nigga, what the blatt, blatt, blatt? (Yeah)

I ain't gotta say shit, you see my flag

Slim bitch with the thick ol' ass, I wan' hit her from the back

I wan' turn up, yeah, yeah

I wan' pull up in that skrrt, skrrt

Pull off real fast (Skrrt)

Look, Pristine half a million (Skrrt)

Yeah, Rolex cost a mansion (Skrrt)

Fuck 'em, them youngins gon' catch 'em and do 'em for free (Skrrt)

Pussy, I call that free bandin' (Skrrt, skrrt), bitch, fuck ya

Probably mad, one of your hoes, I fucked 'em, hm, street, mm (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch, fuck ya, fuck ya

You know that I'm thuggin' (Skrrt, skrrt), you play, I'ma flush ya, bitch

Trap

Real trap nigga, man, ayy, I just act different

Ayy, these pussy-ass niggas gotta get the facts different

These pussy-ass niggas be, be poppin' it like they doin' this and that, but, no, I'm really doin' this and that, pussy-ass nigga

I'm servin' sixteens and them sevens, yeah

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