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 with the green hat!
ain't ready for the Wang$ap, niggas!
Fuck is niggas 'bout, nigga?
We die legends!

I you stackin'
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my nigga and payin' taxes
I hope you not you and your niggas on songs with you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' niggas on fashion
I hope them cars 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 weak and you robbin' your plug?
You ain't got no plan, but I'm not to judge
apparently you're doin' your thing
(Talk shit, Young Nigga!)
I they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit
Oh you wearin' Vans and this season?
Stop lyin' to yourself, nigga, me the
now
A little goonie with some nice
This little groupie the pipe now
Yeah, she eatin' coochie, dyke now
Got a new bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go SKRRT now (Talk shit!)
I really want the La Ferrari, but
you lower the price down?

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

I'm not one
When it come to a vision, I got one
Rolling Stone gave me a cover so
Umm, so I one
I do college, I said fuck them lessons
I ain't join no gang, I fuck them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my
Cashed my check and said fuck depression, nigga
Nigga you scared for?
lean, everybody gang know
you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk with chains on, like
You ain't seen no like mine
You seen no dick like mine
(Naaaah, pause)

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

Tell you dickheads I'mma go
told me to grow up
So I to a V10
I'm in a vacant lot doin'
There go my ego, my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my Scoobie
Y'all want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
he pushin' that mayo, fuego
Respect you see him
Boy, last was a musical museum
always lost with you niggas like Liam
Neeson, boy, you run
Here I come, glitter, portrait pictures
I run with many 'cause their walk is bitter
mad at T
Where the tall freckled white boys at? I don't fuck with niggas
That's not my homie, not my woadie
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 time for opinions
They fuckin' stupid, need 'em, don't want 'em
I 'em, they're dead weight, them niggas useless
Neck heavy mothafuckin' bad news
Thanks to Ben Baller, with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked for
So the doors on my car doin' jacks
My big bro got a Porsche
My little brother got a Beemer
If you see 'em around me, they
We all good, like FEMA
But of

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

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

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