He Say Lyrics

(Dummie)

(DrumDummie made the beat and I'm gone kill it)

(Preciate that drumdummie)

(Huh)

(Ms)

(Gang)

(Huh)

(Huh)

(Big bank )

(DoubleM)

It all started with trapping, and then the youngin start rapping

He was sick of the struggle and he was tired of them laughing

He was making them plays, and he was throwing them passes

While he was chasing a name he started moving the fastest

He knew his future was bright, even looking through glasses

He knew if he gave it some time that the industry grab him

He kept his money on his mind he had to make things happen

Just cause a youngin barley flexing that don't mean he capping

He was making a plan just to get to that paper

He had to ween out them rats and rid his life of the fakers

He had to turn to the man he said fuck all them hater

He told them if they ever try him that they would meet they maker

He the type to learn Chess while the others play Checkers

And even though he like burgers he knew that beef wouldn't help him

They said Mansa ain't savage and BigBank wasn't stepping

So now he clutching on a pistol keep a hand on a weapon

Just met a new plug already having thoughts of finessing

If that nigga jump stupid then all this shit gone get reckless

Yeah he took him some Ls they wasn't loses but lessons

And he gone roll him up a wood to celebrate all his blessings

We heard that you broke and that yo money ain't real

You been acting like felon whole time we know you squealed

Steady sensing the envy done had that feeling for years

Y'all niggas acting like some groupies all y'all missing is cheers

And if you ever want smoke then you best let it build

Cause we can make ya granny cry and have ya moms shedding tears

Since we keeping it real let us come speak the truth

The only field that you was in is when you playing the flute

I'm tryna grow like a tree, fuck around and took the wrong root

I'm the reason for my sins growing forbidden fruit

Ima young gold digger out here chasing the loot

If you ain't get it ima a minor, you should go back to school

You claim that rap, my nigga well then come hit the booth

But yo shit ain't really thumping so you bound to get booed

You said you ain't the one don't care if you was the two

Don't give a fuck if you the mayor we sending shots till he through

You Niggas pussy who get buck with me

I know for a fact I got some problems so it'd be best not to fuck with me

Cause when it's up it's stuck with me

If I ever have the time to do it then I'd catch a murder in the first degree

These peons never fuck with me

Tried acting like my dogs whole time niggas nothing but some muts to me

I bet the troops gone bust for me

And even if they don't call lil Rixhie already know that he gone bust for free

So it'd be best not to fuck with me

You pussy niggas bet not fuck with me

(I'm done)

(One thousand and twenty-four)

(OvaEast)

(And TFB)

Huh

Huh

Gang

Gang

Ughhh huh

Lemme hear that