Wdym (feat. Skengdo & Jay Slapit) [Original]

What on Earth do you mean

AD already got splashed

Old boy is a fuckin' meek

The fuckin' G

I ain't even Don in the field

Boy want talk 'bout me

I heard it was you in the cab

Boss and red lies that twice in a week

Anything green get what

Leave that to the totin' them G's

Sick and tired of the foolishness that why they keep runnin' from me

Bad dad

You ain't dad, can't come around me

But I'm ope if it make this money

What the main bands can't fuck with me

We might just blow in the music

But we might just smoke them nigs

The life that we live is risky

The five oh wanna handle me

See me six feet under or behind the bars as peers

You think I'm not so my lover

But my lover puts man to sleep

Shit then fuck this splash

Fuck this shit, don't splash your G's

I fought and crash his blow

F blocker, F be for plea

Came with most dog

But you never did come for me

Your shit didn't bang

You came 'round with the big boy, E

Cheech coulda lost a new rap

But I know better than that

Late nights just doin' up crash

I don't really give a toast or two lap

If way ain't me get stabbed

Still do road in my Nike maps

Big dot, dot if a boy want chat

All the three two space take off man's hat

Aye, fair chase coulda lost a new one

But I know better than that

Late nights just doin' up crash

I don't really give a toast or two lap

If way ain't me get stabbed

Still do road in my Nike maps

Big dot, dot if a boy want chat

Shot, got just got hold of a pretty new dots

That's pretty cool for them ops

They're block protected by cops

Still get robbed all day, no dots

We got who got smoked in prince

And who got chef that tins

Let me not talk 'bout tings

Like how bitch smashed in

You're all this hidin' whips

Runnin' red lights, where's all them sticks

Pew, pew what

Hey, lose that round with this bitch

Press that free, boy, now I got hit

Aim on freak, aye

Aim on freak so ask for metric

Got, got two things on Marcus

Ask for my tea like Lipton

See the pack, I'm way too risky

Skin color is Homer Simpson

Got two twenty five is fifty

Big bro crash corner a distance

See the odds not fully sixty

Those two, two cools, they miss them

Old boy's broken, he ain't on piss

He says my name tryna gain some rep

You don't wanna spend some nights in the trap

That's the third place AD got chef

Girls in the gym tryna gain some strength

**** just dash, you shoulda done legs

You dumb bitch

Are you not tryna gain some brain?

If you know ten then you must know rap

Then you must know skin, then you must know me

If you know me then you know GD

Then you must know Ned and you must know T

S slicks and you must know OD

Arms and you must know BT runs

And YAM

I was with kid crash

How 'bout that?

Hammer on deck, who's carryin' shanks

Valley in my fist like I'm runnin' them bangs

Soft to the cat, they don't know about Frank

Rich them Baghdad bully

Finna walk around in the hoodie

OGB was goodie

Finna get food then wooly

Free for the cats that's I am

It's AM who I am

Batman shackles

I am sick of the ops them lie in

Uh

Sick of them ops them lie in