Correction Lyrics What the f*ck by Gucci Mane

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All these n***as actin' like they with that sh*t, I ain't stuntin' these n***as (Let's get it)
Lamb' truck sittin' so low had to crouch my back, f**k around, had to sit on my pistol
How you gon' back door n***a you love for a little bit of clout?
That's a shame on n***as (Shame on n***as)
How you gon' sit in my car, tryna play Lil Pump like we ain't two dangerous n***as?
Bro got trial, he lost faith, he looked up when they changed the verdict (Let's get it)
Robbers goofy, stains pay me for a song, don't clear the verse (Don't clear the verse)
We don't go off names, I don't care who they is, we go off murders (We go off murders)
This your first time buying that ZaZa, I need 4K for the sherbet

He a pu**y, I know n***as in his hood, that boy a ho (That boy a ho)
That pu**y dookie, I be f**kin' his main b*t*h, and he don't know (And he don't know)
We got .45 drums, everytime they see me I'm on go (Bow-bow)
Tooka in my lung, I say that everytime, 'cause he got smoked (He got smoked)
f**k how you feel, for real, my best friend, he got killed
We was in that field for real, blowin' n***as down, boy, come here
Everything I say, I mean it, 6ix9ine he say he seen't it
They know King Von a demon, super cold, that boy anemic

n***a, don't say it in my face
They say it when I turn my back
Lil' n***a, let's do it (Let's do it)
Ain't gotta back door, ain't gotta snake you out
Lil' n***a, you know we into it
n***a, you ain't good in your hood
You can't even go to your hood
Why you tryna blame your hood?
You don't wear chains in the hood
You don't even claim your hood
Yeah
O'Block, OTF, 300, b*t*h, just check the stats
n***a said that he be throwin' shots, I bet he catch 'em back
I called folks'em late, I know they up, I know they in the trap (Trap)
Got his lo', man his ass a goofy got his sh*t off Snap'

I been shootin' guns, I got bodies from way back
I spent a lot on bonds, once I beat my case I made it back
You know they like to run, but you better not trip, boy, watch your step
And I'm just havin' fun, and I got that aim shoot like I'm Steph

Bet yo' b*t*h wanna meet me, she seen me on the TV
She in love with all these VV's, Icebox made my sh*t look 3D
Hell no, I ain't hear your CD, I'm right here in your city (Uh, huh)
They like, "Von, you better tuck your chain"
Don't nobody wanna die, ain't nobody that silly

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