What Is You Sayin

Basshead

I don't put nothin' past a bitch, even if she was a square

'Cause she'll have a nigga over and fuck while the kids there

They doin' cocaine for breakfast, Nas in their ear

Bitch, I love my four-five 'cause she ride with a player

Japanese denim, fresh Haven courts

They ain't wanna give it to me, so I had to tape torch

If you ain't finna swing your shit, what you gotta scrape for?

I'm out that Bay, somethin' in that water, feel it in my core

I ain't no Hollywood-ass nigga, I'm all through the town

Some of my bitches white and some of my bitches brown

Solid nigga, you can hear it in my sound (What's happenin'?)

Motherfuckers love how I get down

It's F.O.J., you niggas hoes like Madea

My ex-bitch a renegade, I couldn't keep her

The sixteens younger than me still pimpin'

I'm on the phone with my brother spittin' izm

I really am that nigga, lil' nigga, what is you sayin'?

Chill out, 'cause this F&N'll knock down a fan

Call Kemer, tell that nigga bring them drops out again

Dipped in butter, niggas got it out that pot and that pan

I'm a boss, baby mama give me mouth when I land

You was beatin' up the bitch, I was chillin' in the Yams

I'm the type of nigga that'll do that shit 'cause I can

Bitch, ain't nobody come to see you, I'm the leader of the band

I'm jumpin' out that gym, my nigga, I'm a baller

Safari cook coke with very little water

My cougar bitch was forty-nine, so I LA Charged her

But her pussy was still bomb, call it Pearl Harbor

Call Kemer, tell that nigga bring them drops out again

Dipped in butter, niggas got it out that pot and that pan

I'm a boss, baby mama give me mouth when I land

You was beatin' up the bitch and I was chillin' in the Yams

I'm the type of nigga that'll do it 'cause I can

Bitch, ain't nobody come to see you, I'm the leader of the band

I really am that nigga, lil' nigga, what is you sayin'?

Chill out, 'cause this F&N'll knock down a fan

Yeah, nigga

It's Chain Season 4, you ho

We outside every day

We got the scrapes, we got the fifties

We got boxes and we got your bitch, nigga

Huh?