Say What I Said

I'm ready now

All love always ain't no misdirection
Even if I text it niggas still won't get the message
Tryna get to it no soap opera drama I'm young and restless
So, is you gon' step? If not, please get to stepping

I stumbled in the chamber pot
Smoking with them have nots
And wondering if I had a dollar tree I would save a lot (save a lot)
That's just the warm up, look, hm

I'm on nigga time, but better late than never
I brought dirty designer Pissy Fendi, Musty Margela
But wait a minute there's more
I'm waiting outside ya door
And what's in store, is a young nigga ready to bring the raw

And fuck a piece of the pie, just give me a sandwich please
As long as it got some bread,and some cheese all in between
I don't know what's the issue with treating women like queens
Just treat her like bitch, when y'all in the sheets, uh

Reality on beats, and yeah I'm talking 'bout me, uh
Brother, this remind me of them Wu-Tang killer bees
Where thangs really squeeze, welcome to the windy
Shit get strange in my city
But niggas know that this been the same game
Since a bay bay

Where I'm from homies a rob you 'cause they know yo' payday
That shit a shame
The reason why these niggas still complacent in they ways
I'm as confident as Kobe triple teamed still shooting Js

Screaming bang in my Mike Breen voice (bang)
Kill or be killed he ain't have no choice (I didn't)
I'm with my nigga Twon yeah, we bring the noise (my boy)
All these niggas pussy stop being moist, out (pussy-ass niggas)

You know what the fuck this is
Realest shit, ha
Realest forever nigga (realest forever nigga)
It's Homeboy
Got my nigga Twon number one (Twon number one)
Say something to these niggas Twon, c'mon?
Say something
Man stop dickin' 'round
Man stop dickin' 'round, you heard my boy
We out this hit though, ha (ha)



Credits
Writer(s): Neiman Williams
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