What You Gotta Say?

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
(Ayy Manny, this joint crank, fool)
(Spizzle go crazy)
Walkin' a-, walkin' around
I got a big drac, gun 'em down
Hundred on me, but I don’t make a sound
I might pull up on him and I’ll serve me a pound
And once you is lost, now you is found
Broke as fuck, used to ride in on the Greyhound
Hit the plug, I need to send me his PayPal
What you gotta say now? What you gotta pay now?
Put it on the bed, I’m 'bout to make the work lay down
I’m 'bout to go take a trip to Barbados
Talkin' that shit, but what you gotta say though?
Bitch, I’m the master, I’m movin' like Kato
Smokin' on ether, that shit, it be fuego
Creepin' that when in the cut I’ma lay low
Oh yeah, really, what you gotta say though?
Niggas talkin' «Let's build,» I don’t play with LEGOs
I’m mixin' the vitamins up with the K Roll
Now I keep a stick, he playin' Halo
Like Stop, drop and roll, you better lay low
Mexican shooter plugged in with the quesos
He want a feature, but what he gon' pay though?
Like Costco samples, yeah, we gon' take those
Took a flight down to Canada just to pour up the maple
Yeah, this XD show no mercy
Smokin' on Reggie Jackson, ain’t no Percy
Fuck a ten band juug, might do thirty
Yeah I got these racks up, boy, it’s hurtin'
Geeked up in Newtons but no, I’m not nerdy
Shot at the block and you know that it’s sturdy
I got a rack bustin' off a birdie
Countin' this check and I get it on a Thursday, bitch
When I headed to school, it was a Monday
My momma said, «Boy, you gon' be somethin' one day»
No Tyra got bank, let’s hit the runway
I play games online, she give me fun brain
2020 Honda Civic, you copped the Mustang
I feel like Lil B, chain go brang-dang
Smokin' Obama runtz, you know I can’t change
He smokin' on whippets and inhalin' propane
Movin' like Lucki the way that I Switch Lanes
Smokin' that gas, been inhalin' that octane
Down bad and broke, he been lookin' for loose change
I get the chicken, like I’m Raising Cane’s
Made the work disappear, like David Blaine
Bitch, I be swervin' tried to change the lanes
Like an asylum, I’m goin' insane
Sippin' on hendrix, pourin' purple rain
I’m smokin' propane
Tryna compare us, nah, we ain’t the same
Walkin' around
I got a big drac, gun 'em down
Hundred on me, but I don’t make a sound
I might pull up on him and I’ll serve me a pound
And once you is lost, now you is found
Broke as fuck, used to ride in on the Greyhound
Hit the plug, I need to send me his PayPal
What you gotta say now? What you gotta pay now?
Put it on the bed, I’m 'bout to make the work lay down
I’m 'bout to go take a trip to Barbados
Talkin' that shit, but what you gotta say though?
Bitch I’m the master, I’m movin' like Kato
Smokin' on ether, that shit, it be fuego
Creepin' that when in the cut I’ma lay low
Oh yeah, really, what you gotta say though?