EMB - wTF! Lyrics

(Man so the other day ago, man I'm sittin back chillin
And I really thought there was somethin wrong wimme
I forgot who I was for a second
I looked in the mirror, I said "nah"
Somethin really wrong with these niggas)
Do what you gon' do, long as it don't affect my shit (nah)
Niggas steady talkin bout hos but they ain't talkin bout my bitch (what the f*ck)
Man, my shoe game fire as hell, you ain't talkin bout my kicks (hell nah)
Everything I do from the ground up, you ain't talkin bout my bricks
Oh you so got all of these jokes, where you funny at (where you funny at)
All that flexin but you broke, where yo money at (where yo money at)
The way she bouncin on this ooh, where yo bunny at (where yo bunny at)
I knocked him out, he got back up, okay let's run it back
You either stupid or you just drunk, boy who you dissin (what the f*ck)
Oh EMB ain't like that, yeah cuh you trippin (what the f*ck)
I think you dumb, I think a couple screws is missin (what the f*ck)
I'm boutta pull up wait hol' up why you dippin (what the f*ck)
I ain't talkin bout no comics, this an issue (what the f*ck)
Got you runnin like my nose, I need a tissue (what the f*ck)
You ain't my kin, you ain't my folk, why would I miss you (shut up)
Once you get heat, they come and seek you like a missile (what the f*ck)
It's EMB, as you can see I'm too elite up on this beat
Oh you want beef, okay let's keep up with the heat that's in the street
I heard you weak, so you gon' have meet Lord Jesus in a week
I keep that piece, to keep that peace
But if you tweak it's gon' release
Check my glow, like I'm Naomi (check)
Check my glow, like Y2J
Weirdos never been my homie
Not back then and not today (aight)
Bruh, you know you can't rush greatness, I suggest you better wait (hol' up)
I'm the best nigga for advice, I could find you a better way (yeah)
Gotta problem, we can both meet in the middle like the letter K
You wanna talk, you wanna fight, you wanna shoot, shit pick a date (come on)
Gotta scope like micro (what)
And you soft, you Bill Gates (damn)
Yeah my uncle gotta 83, I mean 38 better get away (yeah)
Yeah my auntie bought designer bags but then she returned it the same day (yup)
I mean she worked for it, it wasn't perfect
So I would probably do the same thing (uh huh)
Yeh I'mma stick it to the man, stickin to the plan like my body made of tape (what the f*ck)
There's a PARTYNEXTDOOR, you can CN the Tower but I ain't Drake
You either stupid or you just drunk, boy who you dissin (what the f*ck)
Oh EMB ain't like that, yeah cuh you trippin (what the f*ck)
I think you dumb, I think a couple screws is missin (what the f*ck)
I'm boutta pull up wait hol' up why you dippin (what the f*ck)
I ain't talkin bout no comics, this an issue (what the f*ck)
Got you runnin like my nose, I need a tissue (what the f*ck)
You ain't my kin, you ain't my folk, why would I miss you (shut up)
Once you get heat they come and seek you like a missile (what the f*ck)
(Damn, y'all really thought my brother f*cked witchall for real
Y'all hos is goin out big mad, big sad
And can't keep a nigga for shit
Bitch)