What U Say (feat. Bizzy Vick)
Ay, ay ay ay, ay ay, ay ay ay
Ay, ay ay ay, ay, ay ay ay ay
Bizzy hit my line he said we gotta make a play
Zay pull up know we on the paper chase
Lil shawty on my line she tryn' fuck up my day
And no I ain't a baker but I got some dough to make
And no it ain't Thanksgiving but I'm stackin' my plate
And you know I got them green tips for a jake
I do not fuck with rats or snakes
I been in the trap cleanin' up the trees like a rake
Bizzy hit my line we got a play to make
We go make a couple racks then that night we make a steak
I could really push the gas if I just wanna do the race
Choppa do my talking' like the lawyer on the case
Bah bah bah
What you say
Choppa in this bitch
Just clear the room it hit your face
Ain't no knocking in this bitch
Better hope you make it to your safe
That bump stock up in this bitch like
Like what you say aye
Like what you say
What's on your plate
Hand in pot you know I whip it just like Betty Crocker
This revolver got combinations, no it won't lock up
I call my shotta he gon' pull up just like baka baka
Can't block these shots you ain't Ibaka, its just blocka blocka
This shit ain't stock, know I got aim bitch and I just might rock ya
These niggas never knew the difference
I told these pussy niggas I was on that mission
I keep a hoe on me know I was good at fishing
A major league nigga steady on that block pitching
Like I ain't seen niggas, where's the competition
Oh she's a fiend but she better not stop my pimpin'
Bitch I better not
Ay, ay ay ay, ay, ay ay ay ay
Bizzy hit my line he said we gotta make a play
Zay pull up know we on the paper chase
Lil shawty on my line she tryn' fuck up my day
And no I ain't a baker but I got some dough to make
And no it ain't Thanksgiving but I'm stackin' my plate
And you know I got them green tips for a jake
I do not fuck with rats or snakes
I been in the trap cleanin' up the trees like a rake
Bizzy hit my line we got a play to make
We go make a couple racks then that night we make a steak
I could really push the gas if I just wanna do the race
Choppa do my talking' like the lawyer on the case
Bah bah bah
What you say
Choppa in this bitch
Just clear the room it hit your face
Ain't no knocking in this bitch
Better hope you make it to your safe
That bump stock up in this bitch like
Like what you say aye
Like what you say
What's on your plate
Hand in pot you know I whip it just like Betty Crocker
This revolver got combinations, no it won't lock up
I call my shotta he gon' pull up just like baka baka
Can't block these shots you ain't Ibaka, its just blocka blocka
This shit ain't stock, know I got aim bitch and I just might rock ya
These niggas never knew the difference
I told these pussy niggas I was on that mission
I keep a hoe on me know I was good at fishing
A major league nigga steady on that block pitching
Like I ain't seen niggas, where's the competition
Oh she's a fiend but she better not stop my pimpin'
Bitch I better not
Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Roda
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