What's The Word

(Tha New Cartel music)

Ay! I guess that shit

I guess that shit

Tell the dude you better bang my shit

Tell the dude you better bang this shit

Let me step out

Pop out the shit and get my step out

Let me step out, step out

Step out, want to step out

All these **** fake like some motherfuckin' press

Man, I hate it gon' hate

A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ball gon' ball

A Crip gon' be a Crip, man, the blood gon' whoop

You know what I do, 'cause I'ma shoot things

And I'ma move things

I been tryna get my life straight, but it ain't worth it

I been tryna get my kids right, bitches hurtin'

Still ain't seen my daughter, man, I don't know what's the purpose

Everybody gotta win, went on to win and ain't worth it

Man, all the fuckin' shit in my life

Tryna get it right, popped another pill

So, I guess it gon' be a long night

****, on the flight, yeah, alright, gotta get it

I been tryna get a fuckin' million for my children

Everybody lookin' at me like this **** is made up

**** tryna think that a **** done changed up

The only thing changed is that I got my change off

Shootin' that on the bitch face, ooh, its makeup, damn!

I'm so easy with it

I be lookin' at these **** 'cause they need me in it

Man, I always got it on me, you won't see me with it

And if I gotta pull it out, I'ma leave 'em with it

Huh! Leave 'em stankin', leave 'em plankin'

What's the problem, what they sayin'?

Man, I'm sprayin', leave it shakin'

Bitch, it's dangerous, what I'm sayin'

Tryna get it up, ay, let me eat it up, ay

**** think they tough, ay

**** in my cup, ay, got me fuckin'

Road runnin', let me know somethin'

I think we onto somethin'

What's the word, mama? You ain't heard mama?

I got some nerve, mama, let me eat the na-na

Let me give it ka-kaw, mayne, gat it da-da

Let you know I'm pa-pa, man, you know I ra-ra

I don't buy a hood, bitch, love to eat pow-pow

I don't hate knives, **** steal on the sideline

Hit 'em from the blind side, yeah, you know I bounce out

Man, you know I hop out, man, you know I ride out

Bitch, I'm tryin' to rock out, with my fuckin' cock out

Let a **** pop out, if a **** slides out

I'ma try to do it, bitch, let me do it

And if a **** didn't know his neighborhood stupid

Man, I do my thing

What I'm gon' do, man, I make my lane

How I'm gon' lose?

**** say they got it bad, shit, I want mine too

**** gotta change, but I'm runnin' up the loop

What's the word, mama? You ain't heard mama?

I got some nerve, mama, let me eat the na-na

Let me give it ka-kaw, mayne, gat it da-da

Let you know I'm pa-pa, man, you know I ra-ra

I don't buy a hood, bitch, love to eat pow-pow

I don't hate knives, **** steal on the sideline

Hit 'em from the blind side, yeah, you know I bounce out

Man, you know I hop out, man, you know I ride out

Bitch, I'm tryin' to rock out, with my fuckin' cock out

Let a **** pop out, if a **** slides out

I'ma try to do it, bitch, let me do it

And if a **** didn't know his neighborhood stupid

(Tha New Cartel music)