GhettWolf - WTFIDA lyrics

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GhettWolf - WTFIDA lyrics

[Intro] Wap Tunechi Grizz Gang Big Z [Chorus: GhettWolf] Uh Where the f** is Deech at? So much chitchat, Ken sells pussies cheap cats I keep that They all wannabes with crip tats Now let the beat drop and the 808 clap [Verse 1: O.G. Kendrick] Where the f** is Deech at Claimed he worked out bus his muscles flat Thibault choked him, wasn't for nothing 3 months he had been losing Excuses he's always popping He really ain't a f**ing king He called himself a pumper, I called him a choker Thinking we were friends Man, that's the EEEEEENNND [Chorus] [Verse 2: Danny Wap] Where the f** is Deech at? When he's alone, he'll feel the aftermath Remember this time, making some rhymes Dropping the beat without this fake athlete We were climbing up the charts without this f**ing pork We don't need a pepperoni to eat tome macaroni One thing to say, no speech: just f** Deech Don't f** with me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Big Z] Uh Where the f** is Deech at? He ain't swinging that bat Everyone knows that Days and weeks we spent Of success we dreamt Our bars were meant Keeping it OG 100% I does how I feel I does what I believe is real I stay solid as steel You know the thrill Danny Wap dropping bars O.G. Ken driving expensive cars GhettWolf producing hits while Big Poppa quits Grizz Gang in the rap game Putting others to shame Getting that fame Spreading our name What do I preach? Uma just say f** Deech! [Chorus] [Bridge: GhettWolf] If somebody snitchin' means somebody's gonna die Ken and Z and Wap and Ghettwolf be looking so fly [Verse 4: GhettWolf] Uh f** them hoes wearing long t-shirts with leggings All the fun is vanishing away as it begins Z and Wap looking at the volleyball a**es through the hole They dressed up like cheerleaders I'm feeling at the Superbowl My verse's faster than his fastball And it's 90 miles per hour, I flows like a waterfall Sayin' I'm a b**h? Well you just made a bad call Plus Grizz Gang diamond plaques are all up on my wall I play with words as I play with hoes Smoking hot, as a pack of cigarillos My dream was to have groupies at my shows But it's changed now, It's to marry Rose Watch out Ken [Outro] Where the f** is Deech at?