Whatchu' Call Dat? ft. Trapalone Peso Lyrics

Aye turn me up Jah

In the headphones, lil bit mo

Make em fall back

Like Whatchu' Call dat?

Like Whatchu'

Wake up, spark my dope that's how I start my day

I grab my Glock, 2 cooler kits and then I grab my J's

Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I call her Jay

She eat the dick, she use the spit, so good I pulled her braids

Run down, neck shot, get em all wacked

Face shot, face shot, make em fall back

And if I empty this whole clip, then what you call that?

You niggas cheap, go bust a brick and then you call back

You niggas sweet, don't want no beef, I stay ten toes down in these streets

Knock off his head, its by his feet, I ask her why you lie to me?

Ooh, she keep on saying she can meet it, she saying she can handle me

Don't know the problem, that come wit it

I ask her why she lying to me?

You play me bad, the blind can see, get off the net, they shaming me

Why did they put the blame on me? Lost Cabo somewhere on the beach

All my old friends had changed on me, I guess they took another route

But they were just too blind to see, I know the gang believe in me

Tripdub say keep on chasing dreams, I hope my brothers make it home

Every time they go pushin p's

Adot he coming out that cut

And he creep, goddamn

Dissin' on gang will get you beat

Or, you bleeding out at sams

I Leave yo stupid ass on that corner Nigga, yeah

I pop this Perc to go and spin it, and all I see is red

Chops, F&N Glocks, 223's, and Mac-10

I blow this bitch right at your top, I'm tryna leave you dead, yeah

Wa-Wake up, spark my dope that's how I start my day

I grab my Glock, two cooler kits and then I grab my J's

Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I call her Jay

She suck the dick, she use the spit, And got me pulling braids

Run down, neck shot, get em all wacked

Face shot, face shot, make em fall back

And if I empty this whole clip, then what you call that?

You niggas cheap, go bust a brick and then you call back

Can't sign no deal, won't let my soul go

And if you don't, at least the bro's know

I did this shit all by my lonely, hunnid K without no promo

Run down, we gon' hit the boy head up

Gun sound where you don't hear nun

Play my song, gon' have your ear jumpin'

Big Glock, O.T., I don't fear none

Wa-Wa-Wake up, spark my dope that's how I start my day

I grab my Glock, two cooler kits and then I grab my J's

Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I'm finna call her Jay

She suck it good, she use the spit, And got me pulling braids

Run down, neck shot, get em all wacked

Face shot, face shot, make em fall back

And if I empty this whole clip, then what you call that?