What You Sayin

Come & fuck with the clan

We getting money bitch what the fuck is you sayin

I don’t know what I’m wearing

Yo bitch she jock me

All these bitches be starin

Before I get in a Jam

Put 12 on a high speed

Like I’m up in a Lamb

All I eat is Lamb

Pockets so heavy bitch

Like a bucket of sand

Spookyli be the man

**** they hate me cause

I can take all they fans

Really don’t give a damn

Strapped with a 30 round

Cause these **** be playin

Fuck **** what you sayin

Ima go pop a tag then go pop me a xan

Shoppin in Amsterdam

Gucci boots on me bitch I don’t wear timberlands

I was down on my ass

I really came up off a couple of grams

Ramen noodles in the pack

Bitch ima street ****

Catch me up in Japan

Member they put me last

Now I’m in first place, thanks for makin me mad

Ima stay on they ass

Bitch I’m not letting up got my foot on the gas

All I smoke is gas

Don’t gotta see shit can smell through the bag

Shawty like where you at

Fuck on a bad bitch

Now I’m fuckin her friend

Know these **** want me dead

Shoot at a fuck **** he get with the mac

I’m in love with them straps

Chopper be so loud

Like guitars in a band

Leave a **** where he stand

**** they can’t come to Memphganistan

I could come where you at

Go do a drill then scratch off in a van

But I’m in still at the trap

Pussy you follow me do you get what I’m sayin, ****...

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