L.Dot - W.T.F Lyrics

I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my cup
Like this is too much
My goons are wit me they tough
Back up or get the f*ck up
Who rolling the dutch
F*ck it I'm rolling a dub
Some of my homies are with me you know that they drunk
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my blunt?
(Whoo)
A bunch of my hitters are wit me so dare you to knuck if you buck
Cause we'll tear this bitch up
40s or better surrounding my niggas so y'all better duck
Don't push on your luck
On liquor I'm ignorant a little bit different when puffing a blunt
You got me f*cked up
Bet if I aim at a socket and pop it I'm pulling a plug (Whoa)
You haters must think you can take on a nigga you probably on drugs (Whoa)
Like really how can you see me and you niggas don't know where I was (Whoa)
It's best that you try to keep peace cause you don't want to see me off bud (Oh don't do it)
Cause I'm wilding out worser than OJ I'm not wearing gloves
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my cup
Like this is too much
My goons are wit me they tough
Back up or get the f*ck up
Who rolling the dutch
F*ck it I'm rolling a dub
Some of my homies are with me you know that they drunk
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my blunt?
(Whoo)
Bitch I am never defeated. Better get that shit in blood
Or niggas getting drugged
Doing these niggas dirty since they wanna get it out the mud
Like here go a slug
Walking around with the cannon just loaded like I'm Elmer Fudd
Far from a thug
But when it's beef like an amateur barber I'm f*cking it up (Whoa)
A couple of shots of the Henny and guarantee I'm going dumb (Whoa)
They say that your face is an instrument so I beat it like a drum (Whoa)
My hittas are hungry for beef and I promise they not leaving crumbs
So if you walk up on me then I hope that you know how to run (Go)
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my cup
Like this is too much
My goons are wit me they tough
Back up or get the f*ck up
Who rolling the dutch
F*ck it I'm rolling a dub
Some of my homies are with me you know that they drunk
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my blunt?
(Whoo)
If I'm on liquor then I'm f*cking everything up that I touch
Like this is a grudge
Call me the prosecutor cause the gun that I got is a judge
That shit a clutch
Though it got kick on it that shit put holes in ya that you can't plug
Gimme a nudge
Nigga I'm spazzing on everyone moving like y'all better budge (Whoa)
This is the hunger games if you're an enemy you getting plucked
My suggestion better keep that shit wax if you niggas ain't buff (Yea I'm mean)
Like what's the point in talking greasy when you not that tough (Shit like at all)
I roll with niggas that don't give a damn like I don't give a f*ck (Dot)
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my cup
Like this is too much
My goons are wit me they tough
Back up or get the f*ck up
Who rolling the dutch
F*ck it I'm rolling a dub
Some of my homies are with me you know that they drunk
I am about to turn up
What the f*ck is in my blunt?
(Whoo)