Music Video
Carnage feat. ASAP Ferg, Lil Uzi Vert & Rich The Kid "WDYW" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carnage
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamanté Blackmon
Composer
D. Ferguson
Composer
E. Brown
Composer
D. Roger
Composer
D. Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carnage
Producer
Charlie Hart
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ahh, skrr, skrr
Um, alright
Alright, yeah
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
What you want, tell me what you want?
What do you want?
Like what you want, like what do you want?
What do you want?
What you want? Let a **** know
Let me know
Let a **** know, let a **** know
[Verse 4]
You get hit, forty'll hurt you
I got your bitch on me, your mama on me and she birth you
Blowin' Uzi, I'm just off the shits
Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick
I get so turned up, countin' these bands bands
I don't give a motherfuck, I am the man
Stay down with mad ****, your girl my baby
I'm fuckin' on her, I am too lazy
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
What you want, tell me what you want?
What do you want?
Like what you want, like what do you want?
What do you want?
What you want? Let a **** know
Let me know
Let a **** know, tell
[Verse 7]
Fergie gonna get 'em, youngin' doin' better
Uzi with the 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
**** better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin' felon
He'll dead him in a second if I tell him
Spoke to NumbaNine '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 to tell 'em
Don't get caught with the weapon
Hip-hop police on the 'Gram
And they can't wait to get 'em
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
What you want, tell me what you want?
What do you want?
Like what you want, like what do you want?
What do you want?
What you want? Let a **** know
Let me know
Let a **** know, let a **** know
[Verse 10]
Trap, he smoking on midnight gas
Finessing a **** with pounds of the swag
My bitches, they bustin', you ****, you cuffin'
I trap out the bando, them onions
What you want, what you want, my ****?
I'm booted, them Xans, wrappin' the bricks in saran
You don't want problems
Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan
Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around, get robbed
Thirty 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
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
What you want, tell me what you want?
What do you want?
Like what you want, like what do you want?
What do you want?
What you want? Let a **** know
Let me know
Let a **** know, tell, tell, tell
Written by: Diamante Blackmon, Symere Woods, Darold Ferguson, Jr., Dimitri Roger
