CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Said What I Said*
Grra Grra
(Ayo eli what the f**k)
Grra ,Grra Grra
Grra Grra , Grra , Grra
Like, Like what
Grra, Grra , Grra , Grra
Like , I'm sick (Like what?)
N****s talk on the net but they still don't slide up on my strip
Keemie and [?] I ain't talking Lilo
If you run up get done up get put in a spliff (Like hol' on)
B*t*h you get done up like Rick (Hol' on)
B*t*h you took off the list
Keep me a knock I can't go out like Mitch
Got the beam on the knock and I'm aiming like Rick (Grra Grra)
It get litty no matter the weather
It's aight cus I stack me that cheddar
Don't got my Glock but I tote my Beretta
If you run up send shots through ya' sweater
Like, no we can't hang
N****s tote chops but they don't lеt it bang ( Grra Grra)
And this sh*t is a shame
Always on point you could die by that flame (Grra Grra)
How thе f**k you on court with no basket?
You had the rock , got shot cus you pa**ed it
N****s chat , link up let's get active
Why they duck when they see us in traffic
Got the knockers on me as we speak
Like, N****s talk tough when they don't even have it
Like, Swervvo be buggin' he boomin' for free
Like, if my Cuzzy up then I'm uppin' it faster
Feel like Tatum can't f**k with my team
Making movies but don't make a scene
Like, I'm totin' on BILLY that sh*t in my jeans
Feel like Mike Jack , starving by any means
Red Lights , get [?] like it's green
I'm smoking on you n****s deads, I steam
Feel ah way, take it up with this beam
Like two shots go "Grrah Grrah" make him lean
Why the f**k n****s speak on my dead
Green and Red beam make CD on his head
And I feel like a fiend' I need meds
Brodie'll tweak off a beam yeah he ed' (GANG)
Fourty Eight , Watch I rock em to bed
EBK DOA , Said what I said (GANG)
Fourty Eight , Watch I rock em to bed
EBK DOA , Said what I said
I sit back and get money and I keep a gun
When these n****s see me they never on nun'
They see me they run, and I'm going dumb
Like, run up on me , then you meetin' , ya done
Withdrawals got me buggin' and sh*t
So I gotta keep it like i'm hugging the grip
Gotta be easy, no love for a b*t*h
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a b*t*h
(Ayo eli what the f**k)
Grra ,Grra Grra
Grra Grra , Grra , Grra
Like, Like what
Grra, Grra , Grra , Grra
Like , I'm sick (Like what?)
N****s talk on the net but they still don't slide up on my strip
Keemie and [?] I ain't talking Lilo
If you run up get done up get put in a spliff (Like hol' on)
B*t*h you get done up like Rick (Hol' on)
B*t*h you took off the list
Keep me a knock I can't go out like Mitch
Got the beam on the knock and I'm aiming like Rick (Grra Grra)
It get litty no matter the weather
It's aight cus I stack me that cheddar
Don't got my Glock but I tote my Beretta
If you run up send shots through ya' sweater
Like, no we can't hang
N****s tote chops but they don't lеt it bang ( Grra Grra)
And this sh*t is a shame
Always on point you could die by that flame (Grra Grra)
How thе f**k you on court with no basket?
You had the rock , got shot cus you pa**ed it
N****s chat , link up let's get active
Why they duck when they see us in traffic
Got the knockers on me as we speak
Like, N****s talk tough when they don't even have it
Like, Swervvo be buggin' he boomin' for free
Like, if my Cuzzy up then I'm uppin' it faster
Feel like Tatum can't f**k with my team
Making movies but don't make a scene
Like, I'm totin' on BILLY that sh*t in my jeans
Feel like Mike Jack , starving by any means
Red Lights , get [?] like it's green
I'm smoking on you n****s deads, I steam
Feel ah way, take it up with this beam
Like two shots go "Grrah Grrah" make him lean
Why the f**k n****s speak on my dead
Green and Red beam make CD on his head
And I feel like a fiend' I need meds
Brodie'll tweak off a beam yeah he ed' (GANG)
Fourty Eight , Watch I rock em to bed
EBK DOA , Said what I said (GANG)
Fourty Eight , Watch I rock em to bed
EBK DOA , Said what I said
I sit back and get money and I keep a gun
When these n****s see me they never on nun'
They see me they run, and I'm going dumb
Like, run up on me , then you meetin' , ya done
Withdrawals got me buggin' and sh*t
So I gotta keep it like i'm hugging the grip
Gotta be easy, no love for a b*t*h
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a b*t*h
