So What!?

Yeah, grr
Aye, wassup
Aye, wassup
Yeah, wassup
Wassup, aye
Come on, come on, come on
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Pull up on your mother fucking block
I know it's hot
You see me flexed up in this bitch
I'm with the gang
We at the top
I chop a nigga head off
Off with his head if he ain't proper
To exquisite with the shit
I'm to T
You niggas sloppy sloppy
That's how I like it when the face in it
If it ain't that zaza pack
Then you know I ain't facing it
Can't copy all this swagger
Swear you niggas just be tracing it
And that some basic shit
I don't no basic shit
Never been no basic bitch
Don't think we friends
If we really ain't friends
When a nigga get filthy rich
The way these niggas switch up
The way a bitch switch clothes
Gone be looking like Will Smith
I'm talking that real shit
Getting down to that real business
Shit about to get real serious
So

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Hold on

How y'all talking shit but all up in my Face
Got these bitches running laps
Trying to keep up with my pace
Bully niggas cause they dogs
Somebody put'm in they cage
This for my bitches who be raging
For my bitches who be
Crazy
Ain't got no time for bitches that be Hating
I'll block any nigga
That don't give a bitch no affirmations
Pussy whip him into shape
Don't do no confirmation
I pop my shit
Don't play it soft
I come with complications
Yeah
And that's what I do
Pretty lil bitch don't gotta recoup
I'm taking the bag
I'm taking the loot
I'm taking the blue
I'm taking the cheese
I'm taking yo food
I'm taking yo dude
Won't play with a bitch if i get the Shooting
Play with your bitch
Don't play with the Lucent
And that's some true shit

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Hold on



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Writer(s): Alexus Gittens
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