What's That

Nah, you go first
Mane, why I gotta go first?
Man, you went first on the last one
That’s crazy, man fuck it
Who said I ain’t gon go in (Nuke Bizzle, yeah) 100
Me and Sunny back to back ridin' in a foreign
(Ridin' in a foreign, skkr)
Got foreign bitches, getting money, never getting boring
(Never getting boring)
Rollin' up BackWood, high tech pourin'
(High tech pourin')
Slam dunk a whole brick and we still scorin'
Ayy, smokin' out the P, what’s that to me
Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me
Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me
Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me
Smokin' out the P, what’s that to me
Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me
Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me
Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me
Yeah, tellin' you it ain’t shit to me
Plenty gold chains on entity
Plenty cake, nigga come and get a piece
Ain’t shit sweet, it’s coming with the beat
Pink slip ain’t fuckin' with the lease
15 bands on me at the least
458 motor in a beast
You can hear that fucker comin' down the street
NFL pad, ballin' NBA
He wet the villi', I’m NBA
Got a FN and a dirty cake
Got a .45 and a .38
Got a bad bitch, she from out the Bay
500 plus, when she catch a day
Roll my BackWood, bezel pourin' eight
I be flyin' high, everyday I wake
Mobbin' hard, all my niggas in black red
Red rag 'round the choppa, it’s Baghdad
Rich nigga but I came from a black man
Real Ps only focused on fast cash
I’ma hit em' he gon need him a match pad
Racks with me in my MTM backpack
Chop a nigga and I’m thanked with a fat stack
Stick talk make them choppas go blatt-blatt (blatt-blatt)
Me and Sunny back to back ridin' in a foreign
(Ridin' in a foreign, skkr)
Got foreign bitches, getting money, never getting boring
(Never getting boring)
Rollin' up BackWood, high tech pourin'
(High tech pourin')
Slam dunk a whole brick and we still scorin'
Ayy, smokin' out the P, what’s that to me
Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me
Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me
Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me
Smokin' out the P, what’s that to me
Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me
Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me
Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me
It ain’t shit to me, but it’s something to you
I’m a real trapper, what I gotta prove?
I’ma get it gone, what I gotta move?
Stayin' down, reason why I got these
I’m a real blood, that’s why I got these shoes
Blood talkin' blood, walk in Christian Loubs
Sign temporary Tennis shoes
Keep racks like a Tennis player do
Ride by throw some money out the roof
Everybody know Sunny got the juice
4 AM still pourin' up with Nuke
While I’m on the phone kickin' shit with Duke
I’ma stay the same, in and out the booth
Killer with my aim, I don’t even gotta shoot
Big time, what
Niggas fake cross you for the smallest loot
Damn, that’s why I don’t trust a soul
Get money and break on the hoes
Damn, workin' my wrist in the boat (skkr)
And I’m breakin' yo bitch for the dough
Damn, I put my hoe on the road (road)
Let’s get this show on the road
Damn, met the plug, get him and done
Soon as I get them, they sold (they sold)
Me and Sunny back to back ridin' in a foreign
(Ridin' in a foreign, skkr)
Got foreign bitches, getting money, never getting boring
(Never getting boring)
Rollin' up BackWood, high tech pourin'
(High tech pourin')
Slam dunk a whole brick and we still scorin'
Ayy, smokin' out the P, what’s that to me
Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me
Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me
Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me
Smokin' out the P, what’s that to me
Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me
Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me
Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me