WHAT'S THE WORD? Lyrics

(Shawty don't be outside when you ain't supposed to be

I don't want none of these shells to hit you, that's for damn sure)

(When I get off them green my words all in shambles)

(Between you and me, I beat em' with the handle)

Runnin' up the money, got my fingers gettin' tired on me

I keep a banger, cause these niggas tallking bout' sliding on me

Like, tell me, what's the word? I pull up with shit that get you high homie

Gettin' kinda' late, but I been out here since like five something

Bands in this backpack, now tell me what you would do for that

She tryna' run away with my kid, Now, who wouldn't shoot for that?

He might just OD off exotic drugs, he overusin' that

Burn it down to the ground, don't give a fuck bout' who in there

Marie in here sittin' on the bed while I'm recording this

I stomped that nigga in his head, he seen my Jordan print

Cashunt move like Mafia, these niggas know I be's that

Walked in the room, my nerves fucked up like, Where the weed at?

What you thinkin' (What you thinkin')

He tried to grow up a evil genius just like Plankton

I told lil Mama, Fuck it, just bend it over while I spank her

Ain't trippin' off what you do, as long as I got my bank up

I got my bank up (I got my bank up)

These pussy ass niggas ain't putting in no work, tell em' rank up

He out here trappin' while he on paper, that boy a crazy cuz'

He creepin' low-key in them tints, he ain't who you think he was

Runnin' up the money, got my fingers gettin' tired on me

I keep a banger, cause these niggas talking bout' sliding on me

Like, tell me, what's the word? I pull up with shit that get you high homie

Gettin' kinda' late, but I been out here since like five something

Bands in this backpack, now tell me what you would do for that

She tryna' run away with my kid, Now, who wouldn't shoot for that?

He might just OD off exotic drugs, he overusin' that

Burn it down to the ground, don't give a fuck bout' who in there

I don't give a fuck about where your people stay

I don't give a fuck about what your people say

This weed ain't workin' no more, finna' see what's up with what they needle say

Walk out that back door, grab the dope, and I hope It's laced

Circle the house like two or three times, if I walk back in, then you know it's safe

Run in that bitch crib broad day, she can sit in my face

Don't tell me if you see somethin' comin' from down the street, just pass me my K

I walked outside this bitch aimin', Ain't have my hands up

Plus these bands sitting in my pocket, I keep havin' to pull my pants up

Shawty, don't be outside when you ain't supposed to be

Cause I don't want none of these shells to hit you, that's for damn sure

When I get off that green, my words all in shambles

Between you and me, I beat em' with the handle

Runnin' up the money, got my fingers gettin' tired on me

I keep a banger, cause these niggas talking bout' sliding on me

Like, tell me, what's the word? I pull up with shit that get you high homie

Gettin' kinda' late, but I been out here since like five something

Bands in this backpack, now tell me what you would do for that

She tryna' run away with my kid, Now, who wouldn't shoot for that?

He might just OD off exotic drugs, he overusin' that

Burn it down to the ground, don't give a fuck bout' who in there

(Walked out with pure shit, I'm talkin' pure thrax)

(Ain't worried about your security, you gon' need a little more than that)

(Shawty seent me checked out of here, a long time ago)

(After you see one fall, another drop like domino)

(I can't believe you sit there and let that fall apart, you outta know, how to tweak it)

(I went downtown ATL just to see where the freaks at)

(I got dirty pistols in this car when I creep yea)

(Bet that boy won't make it far, he died by the next season)

(When It's time to hit, It's gon' hit)

(I aint)

(Shit, I ain't sending no more warnings, I ain't.)

(Shit, a nigga can only be nice for a certain amount of time, that shit all over)