WHACHU MEAN

First, I’m no good at payin’ attentionI don’t even know youHow you send me DMs and expect to make relationsWell me and my boy’s an exception
I dont like chit-chat manI dont even like you manDon’t call me famI don't do small talk manOnly do big shit manDon’t call me friend
Dudes be actin’ like I owe them (yuh)When in fact I’m the one who really own them (yuh)Imma just be rockin Rick Owens (yuh)And they praise me like I’m fuckin’ totem (yuh)
You saying bad things behind my back (yuh)But you would still be rockin’ to my set (yuh)Even if you chose to pose a little threat (yuh)Imma be the one who pay off all your debts (yuh)
Oh my god, oh my godDudes be actin’ like a thotAskin’ all these mothafuckin’ questions like they fuckin’ copsWhat you mean boy? What you what you mean?What you mean boy? What you what you mean?
People look at me like I’m their mothafuckin’ wishlistBut if you gettin on my nerves I might just be your fuckin’ death wishI don’t understand why they keep wantin’ my attentionnnnnnAnd I don’t even wanna give them a mentionnnnnnn
People that I know prolly thinks I’m cold‘Cause I dont reply their texts when they blowin’ up my phoneI ain’t got no fuckin’ timeI need me some piece of mindDont ask me shit cause bitch I’m doin’ fine, bitch don’t drink my wine don’t waste my time
Dudes be like a thotWhen they plotI don’t understandBlowin’ kisses at me but behind me they talk shit a lotWhat you mean boy? What you what you mean?What you mean boy? What you what you mean?
(They think that I’ve changedBut they changin’ around meAnd I don’t understand it)