"Sayso, can you tell me why you ain't released nun?"

Fuck music bitch I'm out here In the streets thuggin

Still get dough even if im at home sleep (Duh)

Still gon eat, stripper bitch wigglin her cheeks

Ran it up for weeks, then I had to buy me some new clothes

Watchin my back for all you **** and all you hoes (Ron-Ron, do that shit)

You makin me nervous my ****, you gettin too close

And one false move, this mac turn him to ghost

Hate to do the most, so ima try to keep it calm

Cause the blonde hoe that I knocked game green as a lime

Had this bitch for a week broke her cheeks and she was gone

**** problems get lost when the weapon is gettin drawn

Pop that hot shit, you be floatin in the pond

You a bitch you probably just like yo hear yourself talk

Hoe ass **** be tryin on they bitch drawls

When she gone the homies is there tearin down her walls

Pause and a toast for the players who do the most

If the hoe get outta pocket then pimpin is down her throat

(Get low)

I had to bend the corner

I don't want that black bitch trap I want the foreigner

Sayso

I bet them joints know me

Ya bottom hoe chose me now he talkin bout beef?

(What)

Better watch how you speakin when you talkin bout a P

And if you wanna talk to me it better be about some cheese

And last night the feds ran up In the goddamn house

Kept it solid **** quiet as a goddamn mouse

Tell them pussy **** They can shut They bitch ass mouth

Before I knock your bottom bitch and put a dick in her mouth

Broke her for a ten piece, You still live on the couch

I love cussin bitches out call me Oscar the Grouch

5.7 MAC 10 make a **** say yeow

Finna go and snatch a chink up for his damn couch

600 bars

Bro lets split em and duck em, But I Like to eat xanax

Ima keep me a hundred, I'm always gettin chilli

Ima keep me some money, Plus im always rollin weed

Ima keep gettin blunted, Pop two percs And ima keep goin dummy

Now what's the deal forreal bitch, You still lookin bummy?

And all these faggot 304s do GFE, New folks game old like a PS3

Pop up, pop my collar then I pop me a p

I like to pop up on ya bitch When she bleedin her feet

Middle of the street, Ism spillin all out my teeth

You wanna chose on me? Ima be needin a fee

Put them heels on And creep for a goddamn p (x2)

Pussy for free free hoe? Thats a no no

Knock that hoe on Western, Pulled up And she was a no show

Next thing I know All I saw was the popo

Tried to get on I shoulda threw the Benz In sports mode

Fuck 12 Still send a bitch With no remorse tho

Suck it bitch Suck me until you get a sore throat

Yellin at whores Will bore me Till I get a hoarse throat

(Bitch!)

Sayso you so damn gorgeous So say the chorus hoe

I got the Benz and the Lac I really want the Porsche tho

Momma gon whoop yo ass Go do your chores bro

Ima die with some money But bitch I was born broke

Facebook bitch She just want a **** to poke

(Bop)

She just wanna smoke my cooks And dick choke

Flashin flicks with long clips You still a bitch doe

I really don't talk too much Around you new folk

Im crackin hoes Like be pump crackin

This egg yolk Muddy trouble Pourin drugs over my kinfolk

Im triflin I still play a bitch like Nintendo

I been this way Ever since I can remember

Pimp pimp pimp, From December down to November

You the one to bend her And I'm the one to send her

Remember, Play the game right I'm no beginner

Double cup For breakfast lunch and dinner

And I met in her the club Ian knock her off Tinder

Lord please forgive me Cause I know that ima sinner

I'm the type to spend 250 Up on my dinner plate

I'm the type to take Myself out on a dinner date

And if you wanna see me stunt Then ima demonstrate

This to all you bitch ass **** I know you finna hate

Said you was real But my **** You never been that way

Im tryna peel her purse You tryna penetrate

Makin all my hoes jealous Yeah ima instigate

Ya know?

Yadadamean?

I'm over 21, I just look 19

And Miss. Chink Wanna sweat me Over my ID

And all I wanted Was some woods And a crisp white tee

Sayso

(Bitch)

These hoes don't like me They mad Cause the bag The only thing that excite me

If she get outta pocket Ima turn Mike Tyson

Fire a bitch like Trump Then go and hit me a dice game

Hit up Benihanas Cause I love fried rice mane

A box of teriyaki pinky up I need a picture frame

Yall steez Jackin Sayso, That shit is hella lame

(Yall steez jackin sayso that shit is hella lame)

Sayso

Born broke But imma die rich

And all I ever wanted Was some diamonds And a bi-bitch

Only thing i got Was gun shells And violence

Big boy toys Now a **** like to ride Benz

Escalade

Everything that i ride

Im behind tint, ‘Sayso you the president’

‘It so hard to find him’ Calls on my phone

Not money? Then im declining

Im firing bitches Cause I was tired of hearing whining

What time is it? It’s time to break a dime

Put my phone on silence Cause I was tired of wastin time

Codeine cups With the ice And lemon lime

Exclusive fit Never catch me Standin in line

Designer shit Muhfuckas you know my size

Look down bitch Cause if you dare look in my eyes

Ill take yo trap And chop you Like some french fries

I don't have whores as friends I'm not that kinda guy

Tell the truth on wax My **** why would I lie

And if you could do that too, give it a try

This ism in my bones is sum' I couldn't buy

She knew I was pimpin when she looked me in my eyes