WHAT THEY SAY? Lyrics

Turn up with your hoe

La Chanel fitted to her toes

If it's me, then you know that you gon pay whatever you owe

Times ten

I said times X

And it's fuck my ex

Baby blessed

Yea they seen me cruising with that new patek

AP, brand new AP

Audemars Piguet

In a lamb

With the top down thank you Uncle Sam

With my bitch, and she new as well

Might cop her a fit

Off the lift, and i'm spooling out

Turbo launch that bitch

What?

Romeo, pick up your fucking phone

Still would ride round with those SKs and glocks on my bros

Ain't no business I wont stand on unless that shit froze

And my life way too pretentious just to blow it on some hoes

Can't be losing sleep unless it's with some answer to my lows

And they call me crash out back out of the trap without a loss

Always solo stepping, stepping out the mud into the street

Can't resent me or my whip because Huayra got BC

And it's carbon body 100 percent even the seats

Baby got a body but she got a number on her teeth

In the jungle with gorillas tatted with the crispy treats

Ain't no chewing on me bitch i'm not a fucking swisher sweet

Bitch i'm chewing on you got your bank account up in my jeans

And that shit ain't coming slim with the fit that shit baggy

But my pockets staying all stuffed up like my legs ain't natty

Stay around with those day ones and looters fuck a baddie

If you thinking it's a joke then hit it up i'll send a addy

But it's two degrees i know yall ain't feeling me

Frost, still be biting at yo chin and you shivering

You need to get some money, buy a jacket, get it thick as thieves

Ride round in that SVJ donuts around Cicily

Huh, emeralds way enticing

Yo bitch nice but my bitch nicer

I might have to slice it, double back and then I dice it

Codeine get exciting, mix that drank and get to typing

Urus with the Mansory it make me so enlightened

But that demon roaring 1000 percent of out a horse

I said fuck a regular shit that RUF is on the porsche

And I only get a G82 if M is with the four

Tryn find another rapper that actually know his cars

And that cobra gon be tatted on my stick like Jafar

Got that canon on my wrist it's gonna hit you from afar

Got like ten shots left, ten of your guys getting gone

And i think i got a hearing problem cause i don't know what they say

Huh?

What they say?

Why the fuck you tryna speak, uh

What they say?

Here come Roscoe with the heat, yea

What they say?

Ain't a person could defeat, me

What they say?

That Romeo bring that heat