What Ya SAY
What ya say
What ya say
Youngin getting paid
On the block I'm in the shade
Lemon kush in the blunt
Red solo cup tilt this mutha fucker Up I got get lifted
Sipping I ain't tripping got money on My mind
So I'm on another mission
Back once again and I keep that fire, like my pistol
Writing my album and the lord is my only witness
Forgive for my sin cause he know I'm about to kill it
Came up in the clay
Bitch I'm doing my dance
Cargo short stuffed
Wit da weed and scales
Pick a route lil nigga
Word we out little nigga
What ya bout little nigga
I'm about my mothafucking business
These pussy niggas tripping
Roll another fucking swisher
I can't stop nigga
I was already going to get it
And I was down from the beginning.
What ya say
What ya say
Youngin getting paid
All I do is stack that change
On the block I'm in the shade
Lemon kush in the blunt
Red solo cup tilt this mutha fucker up I got get lifted
Sipping I ain't tripping got money on my mind
So I'm on another mission
Back once again and I keep that fire, like my pistol
No lemonade in the cup
Bitch it's a celebration
Had to to game the game
Cause them niggas they was faded
Get it out the yard
It's safe for a rainy day
I'm stacking out the yard
I'm going hard off the bean
Party party with my team
My glock is cocked with the beam
Stack and stay out the way
Joe don't play
Had to get it out the mud
After I got it from the concrete
Bossed up ain't no way in changing me
Money was the motive bitch
Ain't no way in changing me
Momma looking out the window
Caught me making plays
I'm Handling my business nigga
Just like she said
Every night I lay down
Thank god I ain't in the feds
Running to this money
Cause that's all a nigga need
Reppn BBB
Keeping shit G for the streets
Hundred round drum
In case them niggas come for me
Keep my glock cocked
Everywhere I go ain't no running G
215 till I die
That's everyday I'm living
What ya say
What ya say
Youngin getting paid
On the block I'm in the shade
Lemon kush in the blunt
Red solo cup tilt this mutha fucker up I got get lifted
Sipping I ain't tripping got money on my mind
So I'm on another mission
Back once again and I keep that fire, like my pistol