wtf

White kid, black fit White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy My shit, tapped in, what the f*ck is that noise? Bitch, what the f*ck? White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy My shit, tapped in, what the f*ck is that noise? Bitch, what the f*ck? Roll up a gram when I feel myself gettin' arrogant My producer know me better than my therapist I don't got that pussy shit up in my heritage While you cap 'bout that gang shit, I'm not gone dare pretend Know some people that'd kill me in a second You know some people that be flexin' fake weapons I'm not gone tell you that I came up out the trenches But I sure as Hell ain't come up outta Heaven Who the f*ck, is this chick, in my phone? You a cunt, you a bitch, you a hoe I been cuffed, for a bit, and that's known Try your luck, smokin' dick, I'm smokin' dro You hear them 808s thumpin'? My producer make so many hits, we call him BMPN Need a plug for Robitussin I don't sip no syrup, but lately fiendin' for somethin' White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy My shit, tapped in, what the f*ck is that noise? Bitch, what the f*ck? White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy My shit, tapped in, what the f*ck is that noise? Bitch, what the f*ck?