What U Sayin' (feat. Smokepurpp)

Hm, what you gotta say? Ooh, damn, ooh Ooh, what you gotta say? Ooh, Lil Pump Damn, ooh, yeah ì What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day Gucci everything, Louis everything What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin' paid Bitch you gettin' laid, spend it in a day Spend a hunnid thousand on m'fuckin' maid Swear to God, put in on my 'Gram for a grade I go and park two months, hit her face Hop out, like you won a fucking race Niggas gettin' 'cause I went and took they place Come to the trap where you know it ain't safe Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh Pull up on a teacher, I'm stuntin' (damn) Countin' up racks, it ain't nothin' Sold you rerock and Robitussin Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu Bitch I don't know who the fuck is you Pour a four tec in my Mountain Dew What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Pull up in a Wraith, flexing every day Gucci everything, Louis everything What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Spend a hunnid thousand every day And my young Macarena every day Turn 'em down, I'mma stick 'em like some tape Call my thirty, got his own fuckin' brain Lil Purp, I be thuggin' every day If I get him, I'mma pop him like a safe Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date GTA, got a star on my face And I keep a pistol on me, lil' dawg Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil' dawg And I only hit designer in the mall All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall Lookin' at my body, all this Louis Gun 'em down in the trap, then we move 'em Now they lookin' for his body in the sewer Lil Pump do the work like a student What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? Pull up in a Wraith, flexing every day Gucci everything, Louis everything What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say? What you gotta say?