What Else (feat. Yung Jistol)
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
I got h*** on the west side cooking pasta making lobster
I cut out the weed smoke presidente like a mobster
Hustle out this world I pull up in a flying saucer
The silkiest the filthiest I think I need a sponsor
Picked up my first forty I was seven it was nana strap
Just 'cause I talk proper they think I ain't grow up in the trap
I tell her she mine but know deep down I'm never cuffing that
You want some good dope I send your stupid ass where my cousins at
I can teach you interest how to legally flip digits
Be in and out them trenches when I'm there it's strictly business
KLA we winning thumb through paper til we winded
Can't deal with simple b****** 'cause they always get offended
I don't pop my shit 'cause I'm the shit (tuh)
Open up a vent (tuh)
You can smell the stinch (huh)
This year I get rich and them little h*** clinch on my d*** (huh)
What else you gone need to know since my name on your lips huh (b****)
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
B**** what else, watch yourself
And you better walk light b**** watch your step
Ain't never been shot before but I've been shot at
And I send some shots that'll shoot n****** dead
Know my pistol off safety it's one in the head
I get caught with it then I'm a go to the Feds
When n****** see me they know how it's laying
They know how I get they know I don't be playing
I tell the little h** like give me some head go jump in the bed toot that ass in the air
I'm smacking her ass and I'm pulling her hair
I'm a buss me a nut then I'm up out of there
I might double back if you call a few friends
Cause when I come back I'm a come with the clan
I pop me a perky I jug and I jam then I do my little dance then I dig in her yams aye
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
I got h*** on the west side cooking pasta making lobster
I cut out the weed smoke presidente like a mobster
Hustle out this world I pull up in a flying saucer
The silkiest the filthiest I think I need a sponsor
Picked up my first forty I was seven it was nana strap
Just 'cause I talk proper they think I ain't grow up in the trap
I tell her she mine but know deep down I'm never cuffing that
You want some good dope I send your stupid ass where my cousins at
I can teach you interest how to legally flip digits
Be in and out them trenches when I'm there it's strictly business
KLA we winning thumb through paper til we winded
Can't deal with simple b****** 'cause they always get offended
I don't pop my shit 'cause I'm the shit (tuh)
Open up a vent (tuh)
You can smell the stinch (huh)
This year I get rich and them little h*** clinch on my d*** (huh)
What else you gone need to know since my name on your lips huh (b****)
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
Yea I got shot, b**** what else you know
Yea I'm on your block, b**** what else you know
Yea I work thots, b**** what else you know
Yea I got gwap, b**** what else you know
B**** what else, watch yourself
And you better walk light b**** watch your step
Ain't never been shot before but I've been shot at
And I send some shots that'll shoot n****** dead
Know my pistol off safety it's one in the head
I get caught with it then I'm a go to the Feds
When n****** see me they know how it's laying
They know how I get they know I don't be playing
I tell the little h** like give me some head go jump in the bed toot that ass in the air
I'm smacking her ass and I'm pulling her hair
I'm a buss me a nut then I'm up out of there
I might double back if you call a few friends
Cause when I come back I'm a come with the clan
I pop me a perky I jug and I jam then I do my little dance then I dig in her yams aye
Credits
Writer(s): Sborte Clay
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