Duke Deuce - WTF! Lyrics

(Oldhauntie came through)

Nigga, what the fuck? (Huh?)
Nigga, what the fuck? (Nigga, what the fuck?)
Bitch, what the fuck? (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the fuck? (Bitch, what the fuck?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the (what?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the fuck?
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the (what?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the fuck?

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, bitch, shut the fuck up (stupid ho)
Shut the fuck up, bitch, shut the fuck up (stupid ho)
Shut the fuck up, bitch, shut the fuck up (stupid ho)
(What the fuck?)

Fuck whoever don't like this song, I crank this bitch up by my own (ayy-ayy)
Crunkstars in the fuckin' crowd, get buck, get wild, let's go, let's go (let's go, let's go)
I might jaw a nigga just to show him I ain't no fuckin ho (No fuckin ho)
I told Wafi, "Heavy on the ice, my pockets on fuckin' swole"
Building my brand from the fuckin' ground up, you ain't never gone see me fold (see me fold)
Lame ass nigga, we know y'all hatin' on us, that's why we fuckin' y'all hoes (fuckin' y'all hoes)
See my ice, she see my whip, the bitch gon' blow like good C4
I'm the gang, he the gang, she the gang, we the gang, sticking to them Triple M codes
I don't know nobody realer, I'm really eatin' steaks with some muhfuckin' killers
You must want Anna like Miller
Bitch, I'm rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters
Still on my toes like Thriller
Hoes by the two's, one chocolate, and one is vanilla
And bitch, I own all my cars, I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas
On God

Nigga, what the fuck? (Huh?)
Nigga, what the fuck? (Nigga, what the fuck?)
Bitch, what the fuck? (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the fuck? (Bitch, what the fuck?) (Yeah, yeah)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the (what?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the fuck?
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the (what?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the fuck?

Fuck the laws, lil' bitch, I'm hot
Cock the Glock, get popped, get dropped
This not a hard top, this the drop (the drop)
Put me on any beat, I bet I pop (I pop)
Niggas really talking like Duke ain't the hardest
Rap game janitor, take out the garbage
Styling, I can drip a shirt out of Target
Black and white money, I'm in everybody market
Lacking never, gangsta forever
Why pay a shooter? I can shoot the shit better
Bottom plastic, the top is metal
Shoot 'em, bow-bow, leave his soul in the weather
I did it, I done it, now tell me who better
Don't play with Duke Deuce, that's a whole 'nother level
Wherever, whenever, pop shit on whoever
Protected by God, but the choppa the devil (Yeah, yeah)
Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold
Leave your ho 'cause she might get stole
I was out late, you was under your ho
You ain't got no grind, can't meet your goals
Everybody know I'm that nigga, but don't nobody know you, nigga
Money ain't fall in my lap
Half of these rappers ain't winnin' off trap, nigga, we know you cap
Niggas done threatened my life, I was still thinkin' 'bout money (shit)
Like niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin, you ain't never even beat up nothin'
Last time I checked, you a bitch, you must turnt to a G or some (uh)
You too old to be trying to get rank
Lil' boy, sit down before you get spanked, bitch

Nigga, what the fuck? (Huh?)
Nigga, what the fuck? (Nigga, what the fuck?)
Bitch, what the fuck? (What, what, what?)
Bitch, what the fuck? (Bitch, what the fuck?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the (what?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the fuck?
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the (what?)
What the (huh?), what the (who?)
What the (what?), what the fuck?