Dat Way ft. Jay Browne Lyrics

I don't know what I've been told

But these pussy niggas fold

I don't know what I've been told

But these pussy niggas fold

Packing my bags and got back on the road

Young niggas cracking the code

Pushing the whip like sum shit that I stole

Packing the these shows like I'm packing my bowl

I packed out her nigga took the pack then I go

Moving to fast but I keep my control

I'm on yo ass but I keep my composer

Field it got range but look small in this Rover

I bear witness but I ain't Jehovah

Still telling lies for my guys that be whipping that shit moving bricks out the back of that yota

Use to want friends now I want me sum closure

Niggas done changed ever since I got older

Puff of my chest cause my neck carry boulders

Bitch you ain't mine you can't cry on my shoulders

Nothing but lies in them dreams that I sold her

We been at ya neck like a harem bone

Nigga you ain't stepping you a stepping stone

Said she want it raw rolling up a cone

Money calling Bands picking up the phone

When they play your songs hear a lot of clones

This a anthem for the bad ratchet hoes

A lot of naked woman sliding down the poles

A lot of naked woman shhhh

Always had racks god by my side

Feel like shadrach stepping out the fire

This the year you all have to pick a side

Standing in the middle where you fixing to die

Bull shit that way

Get the strap mac spray

Revelations last day

Who's the goat that's Jay

I've been geeking off the void mind got lost in that shit

Brought my chick some new tits now I'm lost in that bitch

In the abyss changing my pitch

I don't snitch on gang nigga I don't switch

Get yo bitch nigga nigga she going to get hit

Put her on a red table last name Smith

Fuck yo gang or who you be with

I'll dry a nigga off put em up like a dish

Got em on a death bed now he needing a wish

Get a pick me a shawty tell her suck my dick

While she sucking that dick might crash the bitch

Stage dive in some pussy hoping it got grip

Grip tight like a dyke man I'm sick of that shit

Best kiss ya mother bye if you messing with the kid

I ain't dying yet but I ain't living

Stacking paper till I stack a billion

Pray for all my niggas and future children

Fuck them planes I'm shooting at them pigeons

That way (bullshit)

I don't know what I've been told

That way (bullshit)

Send them niggas stepping

But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)

I don't know what I've been told

That way (bullshit)

Send them niggas stepping

But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)

I don't know what I've been told

That way (bullshit)

Send them niggas stepping

But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)

I don't know what I've been told

That way (bullshit)

Send them niggas stepping

But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)

I don't know what I've been told

That way (bullshit)

Send them niggas stepping