Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck Right Now (Freestyle 4 Remix)

I'm not crazy, I'm a fuck, oh shit!
Floopy goober, motherfucker, fuckin' goober
They ain't for what we 'bout to bring back!
They ain't ready for Tyler with the hat!
They ready for the Wang$ap, niggas!
is niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
We die legends!

I you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my nigga and your taxes
I you not incriminatin' you and your niggas on songs with you trappin'
I you dressin' yourself and not followin' niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh shit, are because you're not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in Lean, Xan meal
You fuckin' weak and you robbin' plug?
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not here to
'Cause apparently you're your thing
(Talk your shit, Nigga!)
I they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit
Oh you wearin' Vans and Supreme season?
lyin' to yourself, nigga, me the reason
now
A little goonie with some nice
This little groupie the pipe now
Yeah, she eatin' coochie, kinda now
Got a new bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go SKRRT now (Talk shit!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but
Can't you lower the down?

now, nigga!
now, nigga!
now, nigga!

I'm not one
When it come to a vision, I got one
Rolling Stone never gave me a so
Umm, so I one
I do college, I said fuck them lessons
I ain't join no gang, I said them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy my path
Cashed my first check and fuck depression, nigga
Nigga you scared for?
Everybody lean, gang know
you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around chains on, like
You ain't seen no shit like
You seen no dick like mine
(Naaaah, pause)

What the right now?
What the fuck right
the fuck right now?
What the right now?
What the right now?
the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now? (These niggas even understand! Goddamn, man!)
What the fuck right

Tell you dickheads go nuts
Niggas told me to up
So I to a V10
I'm in a vacant lot donuts
go my ego, leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my Scoobie
don't want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
'Cause he that mayo, fuego
Respect you see him
Boy, last album was a museum
Somethin' always lost with you like Liam
Neeson, boy, you run
Here I come, glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run with many 'cause walk is bitter
mad at T
Where the tall freckled boys at? 'Cause I don't fuck with niggas
That's not my homie, that's not my
That's not my team, nigga, they
I am a stormer, I am a
I am a cooper, bitter loss, as soon as I it
I run the
I do not got for niggas' opinions
They fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, want 'em
I drop 'em, they're dead weight, niggas useless
Neck heavy like bad news
to Ben Baller, walkin' with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked for
So the doors on my car doin' jump
My big bro Frankie got a
My little Taco got a Beemer
If you see 'em around me, eatin'
We all good, like FEMA
But of

Get money, nigga! Get money!
All you funny niggas back the fuck up!

I to add this
I sit in with a to do list
to do and play acoustics, you
Sit around and look at me feelin'
Rollin' up and make excuses, it

them niggas!
Aye man, aye man!
Aye I just got one mothafuckin'
Why the these niggas wanna look like me now?
Why the fuck these hoes wanna a nigga like you now?
Why the fuck these niggas like niggas ain't been invented the swag they runnin' with?
Why the fuck is niggas actin' like niggas ain't the originators of shit?
Man I tell these niggas can die and suck a dick!
How was that?