What You Say Lyrics

Three, six, we sippin' on some motherfuckin' sizzurp

Necklace on, froze like a motherfuckin' blizzard

A-C the G, that's my motherfuckin' N-word

I used to play guitar like I'm fuckin' Leonard Skinner

Smokin' on this dope, but I'm still drinkin' liquor

Certified everywhere, that's facts, no printer

Call me B-Eazyy, ho, ain't nobody realer

Michael Jackson flow, it's a motherfuckin' thriller

Don't play with the team, man, you know I got some killers

Dollars flyin', we throwin' cash at them strippers

Seven, one, three, we got money on our mind

If you ain't talkin' cash, why you even waste our time

Seven, one, three, dream team to the top

Better get low if you close to our opps

Seven, six, two, have your body in shock

Flowin' on these beats, I ain't never gon' stop

Run the pick and roll, bitch, I know you gon' pop

Cedes got the beat, make a bitch wanna drop

Her ass down low, and shake it on the flo'

Vibin' on this beat, man, you already know

Yeah, nigga

I heard all that shit

Fuck what you say

Fuck what a nigga gotta say

Fuck what a bitch gotta say

Fuck what a ho gotta say

Bow down on your knees, man, it's time to say your grace

Smokin' on this dope, man, that shit from outer space

I be so high, man, I thought that shit was laced

Haters suck my dick, tell me how it fuckin' tastes

Watch yourself, ho, before I put you in your place

They'll tell some lies and smile right up in your face

When I wake up, all I do is make some cash

Bend old girl over, tell her, go on and shake that ass

She went and, threw it back, I ain't even have to ask

Back on the beat, man, I'm finna go stupid

Got the bow and arrow, no, a nigga ain't cupid

Fuck what you say, man, you haters suck my dick

Seven, one, three, dream team, that's the clique

Rollie' on my wrist, and you know it match the fit

So much fake love, man, that shit gettin' crazy

My girl so fine, she slim like Shady

All these hoes love me, man, they wanna have my baby