WDYW (Explicit) - Carnage/Lil Uzi Vert/A$AP Ferg/Rich The Kid

Written by：D. Blackmon/D. Ferguson/E. Brown/D. Roger/D. Brown

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want tell me whatchu want

What do you want

Like whatchu want like what do you want

What do you want

Whatchu want let a ni**a know

Let a ni**a know let a ni**a know

You get hit 40'll hurt you

I got your b**ch on me

And your mama on me and she birth you

Blowin' Uzi I'm just off the shits

Got your b**ch on me she all-all on the dick

I get so turnt up countin' these bands bands

I don't give a mothaf**k I am the man

Stay down with mad niggas your girl my baby

I'm f**kin' on I am too lazy

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want tell me whatchu want

What do you want

Like whatchu want like what do you want

What do you want

Whatchu want let a ni**a know

Let a ni**a know

Fergy gonna get 'em youngin' doin' better

Uzi with Uzi hit him through the leather

Black panther party huey with the leather

Feel like I'm him with the cheddar

Put 'em in the soup portobello

Hit him in the head through his cerebellum

Ni**a better tell him my uncle OG with a motherf**kin' felon

He'll dead him in a second if I tell him

Spoke to number nine 'fore he went to jail and

He was on his way to his dreams

Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon

These kids I try tell 'em

Don't get caught with the weapon

Hip hop police on the 'gram

And they can't wait to get 'em

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want tell me whatchu want

What do you want

Like whatchu want like what do you want

What do you want

Whatchu want let a ni**a know

Let a ni**a know let a ni**a know

Trap he smoking on midnight gas

Finessing a ni**a with pounds of the swag

My b**ches they bustin' you niggas you cuffin'

I trap out the bando them onions

Whatchu want whatchu want my ni**a

I'm booted them Xans wrappin' the bricks in saran

You don't want problems

B**ch I got choppers Afghanistan

Migo gang A$AP mob he might f**k around get robbed

30 gold chains I flex but I ain't ever had no job

Turn twenty to a fifty

Tryna jump at rich the kid diamonds dancin' like Diddy

I trap in the kitchen with Whitney Actavis killin' my kidneys

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten

I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want tell me whatchu want

What do you want

Like whatchu want like what do you want

What do you want

Whatchu want let a ni**a know

Let a ni**a know