WHO? WHAT!

Lyrics

Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying
 Know what I'm saying
 Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
 Who what when and why
 I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
 Keep that vibe when we show up and collide
 Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I
 In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
 Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
 Know she keep an open mouth and open mind
 I don't open up her door, she open mine
 I need less stress and I need more thighs, yes (skrr, skrr)
 We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
 In the headrest want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
 Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
 One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
 Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
 Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
 When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
 I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
 At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
 I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
 We took the crib, flipped the backyard like it's the beach
 We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
 All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
 I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
 Had to buy some more
 Had to count the fours
 Had to count up the Os (big bag)
 Had to summon the hoes (ay)
 Dodge the federal (12)
 I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
 Rollin' the dice (ay)
 Rock on my ice (all ice)
 Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
 This down and groovy
 To get down, get groovy
 That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
 Shawty, in the supersonic (yeah)
 Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic
 Yeah, yeah
 One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
 Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
 Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
 When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
 Was born in the movie (movie)
 Never make excuses (no)
 It was time to move it (time to move)
 It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
 We were trained to use it (hey)
 They was train to use it (train)
 Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
 Hit your medulla, yeah
 Shoot at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
 Then shoot your producer
 This shit for the gang
 Get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
 Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
 Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
 Pull up with the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
 Yeah, yeah
 One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
 Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
 Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
 When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
 
 Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying
 Know what I'm saying
 Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
 Who what when and why
 I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
 Keep that vibe when we show up and collide
 Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I
 In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
 Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
 Know she keep an open mouth and open mind
 I don't open up her door, she open mine
 I need less stress and I need more thighs, yes (skrr, skrr)
 We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
 In the headrest want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
 Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
 One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
 Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
 Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
 When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
 I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
 At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
 I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
 We took the crib, flipped the backyard like it's the beach
 We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
 All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
 I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
 Had to buy some more
 Had to count the fours
 Had to count up the Os (big bag)
 Had to summon the hoes (ay)
 Dodge the federal (12)
 I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
 Rollin' the dice (ay)
 Rock on my ice (all ice)
 Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
 This down and groovy
 To get down, get groovy
 That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
 Shawty, in the supersonic (yeah)
 Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic
 Yeah, yeah
 One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
 Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
 Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
 When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
 Was born in the movie (movie)
 Never make excuses (no)
 It was time to move it (time to move)
 It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
 We were trained to use it (hey)
 They was train to use it (train)
 Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
 Hit your medulla, yeah
 Shoot at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
 Then shoot your producer
 This shit for the gang
 Get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
 Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
 Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
 Pull up with the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
 Yeah, yeah
 One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
 Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
 Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
 When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
 

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Duration
02:56
Key
10
Tempo
140 BPM

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