WHAT THEY SAY?

Turn up with your hoe
La Chanel fitted to her toes
If it's me, then you know that you gon pay whatever you owe
Times ten
I said times X
And it's fuck my ex

Baby blessed
Yea they seen me cruising with that new patek
AP, brand new AP
Audemars Piguet
In a lamb
With the top down thank you Uncle Sam

With my bitch, and she new as well
Might cop her a fit
Off the lift, and i'm spooling out
Turbo launch that bitch
What?

Romeo, pick up your fucking phone

Still would ride round with those SKs and glocks on my bros
Ain't no business I wont stand on unless that shit froze
And my life way too pretentious just to blow it on some hoes
Can't be losing sleep unless it's with some answer to my lows

And they call me crash out back out of the trap without a loss
Always solo stepping, stepping out the mud into the street
Can't resent me or my whip because Huayra got BC
And it's carbon body 100 percent even the seats

Baby got a body but she got a number on her teeth
In the jungle with gorillas tatted with the crispy treats
Ain't no chewing on me bitch i'm not a fucking swisher sweet
Bitch i'm chewing on you got your bank account up in my jeans

And that shit ain't coming slim with the fit that shit baggy
But my pockets staying all stuffed up like my legs ain't natty
Stay around with those day ones and looters fuck a baddie
If you thinking it's a joke then hit it up i'll send a addy

But it's two degrees i know yall ain't feeling me
Frost, still be biting at yo chin and you shivering
You need to get some money, buy a jacket, get it thick as thieves
Ride round in that SVJ donuts around Cicily

Huh, emeralds way enticing
Yo bitch nice but my bitch nicer
I might have to slice it, double back and then I dice it
Codeine get exciting, mix that drank and get to typing
Urus with the Mansory it make me so enlightened

But that demon roaring 1000 percent of out a horse
I said fuck a regular shit that RUF is on the porsche
And I only get a G82 if M is with the four
Tryn find another rapper that actually know his cars

And that cobra gon be tatted on my stick like Jafar
Got that canon on my wrist it's gonna hit you from afar
Got like ten shots left, ten of your guys getting gone
And i think i got a hearing problem cause i don't know what they say
Huh?

What they say?
Why the fuck you tryna speak, uh
What they say?
Here come Roscoe with the heat, yea
What they say?
Ain't a person could defeat, me
What they say?
That Romeo bring that heat



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Writer(s): Joaquín Pérez
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