What Da What? Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Ah, man, goddamn (Huh)
(Euphoric, this you?)
(Aj, run that s*it up)
Yeah, yeah, huh, wow, n!gga
What the f**k?
Hold on, I just pulled up
N!gga, what the f**k?
Hold on, I just pulled up (You already know how I’m finna do it)
N!gga, what the?, yeah
What the? (Huh)
What the? (Yup)

[Chorus]
N!gga, what the what?
N!gga
N!gga, what the blatt, blatt, blatt?
I ain’t gotta say s*it, you see my flag
Slim b**ch with the thick ol’ ass, I wan’ hit her from the back, yeah
I wan’ turn up, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wan’ pull up in that skrrt (In that), skrrt
Pull off real fast (Skrrt)
Look, pristine half a mil’ (Skrrt)
Yeah, rolex cost a mansion (Skrrt)
F**k ’em, them youngins gon’ catch ’em and do ’em for free (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pu**y, I call that free banding (Skrrt, skrrt)
B**ch, f**k ya (F**k ya)
Probably mad, one of your h**s, I f**ked ’em, hm (Street, mm)
B**ch, f**k ya (F**k ya)
You know that I’m thugging (Skrrt), you play, I’ma flush ya, b**ch

[Verse]
I wan’ go bezel for bezel
I wanna go hit after hit (Wanna go hit after hit)
I wanna go million for million
Pu**y wan’ probably go b**ch for b**ch (B**ch for b**ch)
I’m f**king they daughters, I’m sliding in— yeah

I pull up ferarri, pull up maserati
That burner, it’s on me, I got it, yeah
In my body, that s*it looking like I sell bricks
I look like I just did a hit, n!gga
I look like I just sold a brick, woah
I look like I just a hit a lick
This n!gga mad ’cause I just f**ked his b**ch (What you selling? yeah)
Trap sixteens and sevens, yeah
Got the whole damn album (Switch it up)
Big b beat the yard back up (Up, street)
Whole goddamn front yard selling (Selling)
What you want?
What you need?
I’ll mail ’em
Music or pu**y, I got the b**ch still selling (Selling, service)
Switching it up
Service, I’m ’bout to take it to heaven
Murder out a suburban
I’m ’bout to switch to the chevy, they better be ready
I wan’ go million for million
Pu**y-ass n!gga, we can count that s*it by seven
Hating-ass n!gga, I’m a villain
Old-ass n!gga, I’ma catch ya down bad and stretch ya (Stretch ya)
Pouring that s*it up in ‘villa
He made a diss, so his bm, I bought her chinchilla

[Chorus]
N!gga, what the what?
N!gga
N!gga, what the blatt, blatt, blatt?, yeah
I ain’t gotta say s*it, you see my flag
Slim b**ch with the thick ol’ ass, I wan’ hit her from the back
I wan’ turn up, yeah, yeah
I wan’ pull up in that skrrt, skrrt
Pull off real fast (Skrrt)
Look, pristine half a mil’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, rolex cost a mansion (Skrrt)
F**k ’em, them youngins gon’ catch ’em and do ’em for free (Skrrt)
Pu**y, I call that free banding (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
B**ch, f**k ya
Probably mad, one of your h**s, I f**ked ’em, hm (Street, mm)
B**ch, f**k ya (F**k ya)
You know that I’m thugging, you play (Skrrt), I’ma flush ya, b**ch

[Outro]
Trap
Real trap n!gga, man, ayy, I just act different
Ayy, these pu**y-ass n!ggas gotta get they facts different
These pu**y-ass n!ggas be, be popping it like they doing this and that
But, no, I’m really doing this and that, pu**y-ass n!gga
I’m serving sixteens and them sevens, yeah