Say U sSho Lyrics

Im whizkid and i break that

Moving like that

Trappin like that

Moving like that and i'm trapping like that

If the person is nothing the offense is nun

High Minded Records we'll get it on god

Rollin up, rollin up, rollin up, rollin up my stunna

Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up my cup yeah

Whizkid lean learn by heart this the name bitch

Sippin on this lean cos i'm dumb cos i'm ill bitch

Give me a paper

Gimme a filter

Smoking on stunna

It is a killa

Give me a paper

Gimme a filter

Smoking on stunna

It is a killa

This watch gives me chill

These watches on wrist gimme chill

This ain not the fucking drill

This another type of shit

Fuck that shit

All em gangster they so fake

They can't drip like me

Give me a beat, another hit

Another one, another one

Another hit, another one

Gimme a beat, another hit

Say "don' t fuck with me"

Yeah i know man

They just say that cos they can't

Then turn away, then fuck your gang

Say u shoot

Fucking fool

Say you winning

But you loose

Fucking rapper

What you do

Got five hunna on my shoes

And the double in my coupe

Stud is collapsing

Speakers gon blow

You already know

That we ain no joke

Ain't nobody in the game with this flow

I got a better swag

I got a better face

Leave up that down

That bogus is a clown

I bring the style around

The smartest in the town

Yes Saint Laurent

I cop the shit online

The box has just arrived

Girl you had a row with your boy

Baby come here, just follow my voice

Follow the vibe, u kno we flying

Look high in the sky

I'm just sayin

All these people smiling in front my face

Actin like they friend, but i know they really fake

Got main role in this play

Rollin up 20 grams

Hittin the game, on gang

Bitch better know who i am

Eatin yo friend with the ham

Big envelope with kratom

I drink the blend, i drink the shit

And then split bars on the beat

You already know the name: Whizkid

Diamonds around my neck move in jerks

I piss on money, throw money on the floor

Diamonds too pure, bought sum to my dawg

I'm thinking about money, how to get it fast

I think about the money and how to get it fast

Squeezing who cap my shit

Counting on this racks then gon pay my bill

Rapper way too fake, and he feel like a crip

But you not a thug, you not a G

She hitting my phone she looks for a dream

Way too many people that keep hate on me

Way too many people wanna sip like me

Wanna smoke like me, wanna drink like me

I spin up the car

89 in the city

Overtaking a slow popo car

Black is the paint

Black is the window

The music is so fucking loud

I had the flow since a was a kiddy

Now they call we whizzy

With a liter of sipping

With a different feeling

With some different bitches

With this bangers filthy

Moterfucker no kizzy