Whatcha say ?! ft. Shmurda G Lyrics

I'm a get up close hit his head might cut a dread off

I'm tryna hop out hit his shit knock another man off

Bro just put a 50 on his shit like Zach Randolph

Dropped a diss and then he died look at what your man caused

Fucked the bitch don't want the bitch why the bitch just keep calling

Niggas acting like — ain't die they just keep talking

Crack a nigga in the head with that metal just like Steve Austin

Had to cross some niggas over now Boston keep calling

Spoke on they homie name ain't shit happen yet

I shot em' two times here come bro like I'm next

Check a nigga off the list spin again like who next

Bro ain't fucking up his aim shot at his head we hit his chest

If u diss gunman you gon' see gunman

Body getting stiff then he start losing oxygen

I throw bullets go long opps catch Allen Robinson

We keep banging on the opps 45 like Donovan

Fuck all the opps & the niggas they clique with

Tap it one time dropped 30 this a switch switch

Last one annoying cut her off I need a new bitch

Broski got that kill mindset man I love —

We ain't playing with the opps but they can play if they want

Screaming out what Cha say one hand while I dump

Bitch we bang M's or Y's so don't come drop your thumb

It's too dark I can't see just put a flash on my gun

We ain't playing with the opps but they can play if they want

Screaming out what Cha say one hand while I dump

Bitch we bang M's or Y's so dont come drop your thumb

It's too dark I can't see just put a flash on my gun

And we put a nigga up about that Gunna shit

I heard niggas was looking for the smoke I'm like who wanted it

I don't think these niggas want that shit

If that shit come from SG they know they can't run from this

They know that they won't make it home

I told em' this life shit wasn't a game but they still played along

He & Him then made a song

Why you make a song

You know that hot stuff go through things they hit your face your bones

This ain't what you want nigga

We ain't letting up

She know YSF don't play no games my opps tryna set em' up

Maybach know they can't get behind us ain't no catching up

Bro said swing the Opp pack I said hold up this my second puff

We be inside that V so much it's summertime we car sick

We done sent so much outside the whip tryna' make that car flip

Real estate

We done sent so much I — his face

His shit like dinner plates

They know if they slide in my DM's they getting sent away

(That YSF shit)

(No MF Bap)