Who Tf Say??? ft. Bobby Obama & CBC Zave Lyrics

You weren't even a cool breeze for my man, Taz

Ayy, me and gang been hidin' in the city

If you niggas hatin', then y'all need to stop it

And don't try to hang with the gang

Cause you hop in the picture, lil' nigga, I crop it

I might take a trip out to Philly

And I'll call up harden if I need a rocket

And I got a 30, I don't know her name

But I'm knowin' that she let me chop it

Who the fuck sayin' niggas ain't gettin' it

Who the fuck sayin' niggas ain't with it

I feel like Gervonta, a nigga keep playin' with me

Gettin' hit in his kidney

Who the fuck sayin' niggas ain't winnin'

And I want a rack like Tennis

And my nigga Zave, he a crazy ass nigga

But Bobby, that nigga's a menace

Catch a pack, throw it back like Manning

If it's PB and Jelly, we jammin

Nigga, he vanished

VL doin' tricks like magic

How the fuck could you handle the team

Niggas be talkin' bout shit, they ain't seen

Boy, you a bitch you ain't nun to the king

Ain't steppin', I'm stompin' on niggas like green

Havin' too much of that green

So if y'all niggas hatin', then y'all need to stop it

I don't do all that flexing

But you know that I'm havin

My motions, I'm fillin' up my pockets

I'm humble, I don't gotta pop it

I ask for the lo and she drop it

If you need it, I got it

I'm one call away, bitch, I'm plugged in

Call me the socket

Who the fuck sayin' Zave ain't havin'

Who the fuck sayin' Zave can't manage

I'm not one of them, so please come correct

If you play with me, shit gon' get tragic

Gang, throw a private party

You know CBC, get it started

If you not part of the gang, then your ass cannot hang

If you itching , then shots to your artery

And I never needed me a bitch lil nigga

Best believe I'm what that bitch needin

I just went to go get some more racks out the stash

Then I go order me some new Neiman's

I'm havin' motion, lil' bitch, I been schemin

And I don't sleep, I don't got time for dreamin

We'll turn all this shit to reality

I call up Bobby, you know he a demon

Call up Bobby, you know I'm a demon

Niggas wanna be gang, but don't know the meaning

I catch an opp, say cheese

Niggas diss on the net, but in the public, they freezin

Go check the score, it ain't even

How the fuck y'all beef with a nigga

You ain't even press, you keepin' it secret

And they know not to fuck with the gang

Cause I know some niggas that spin for no reason

Know the gang been hot the city

If you niggas hatin', then y'all need to stop it

I'm servin' these, servin' these bowls

Y'all niggas cook it up just like Hibachi

No I'm not a plumber, but just like a toilet

You know I'm the shit, I'm a pop it

And P just like Larry Fitzgerald

I throw him the pack and I know he won't drop it

Arizona, my chaser, when I'm sipping liquor

I'm washin' it down with the tropics

And you know I'm in love with the hustle

I don't want no trophy or fame

I'm all about the bills, I ain't talkin' bout Russell

And count up these racks

With a bad bitch, you know she can layup and cuddle

But she got a whole lot of ass

You know I'm in love with the cash

I'm havin' old money on new money

I think I might need a new stash

I'm havin' yellow money on blue money

And green if you know what I'm sayin

Don't fuck with niggas, I stay out of the way

Let a fuck nigga play and he get his shit wack, bitch

Let a fuck nigga play and he get his shit wack, bitch