=Like Whaaat= Problem ft.Lucc Who dat, talking bout,who dat Run up on me,you get your ass beat blue black Go on get never,I'm off the Curb Push mountains of herb,you niggas already heard The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying See them and be like huh, nigga, what? Huh,give a fuck like whaat Blow my weed,smash the gas Hop up in my lane,shit be looking way different Through these thousand dollars frames Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga Compton for real ,you ain't gotta ask nigga Floating though the city like I'm on a raft nigga Mike Vick with the shit,I don't need to pass nigga Like what that shit do,yeah
I'm just doing my thang,fingers in the sky Banging my gang like uh Go on fall back,caouse you don't want no problems like that Cause we goona be like huh, nigga what, Huh,give a fuck,nigga what Huh,nigga what, Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Your money funny you a clown Your bitch hit me up then I7m probably going down It depends on how much of that shit I just had Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag Heavy hitter right here , all you other niggas jads Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab Do the math hoes clash,couse I got them yelling Woo, like Flair When I'm done they always ask How you do dat there? Word to Master P and Young Bleed I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li Cause I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing Get a weight lift, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now P burnin', no Syphilis, Strap it up, you murder the pussy Real beef you don't talk, you just murder a pussy See me?
I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my game like uh Go on fall back, couse you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what, Anigga be like huh, nigga what, Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Anigga be like
Who dat I bet your lady knew that She said he got a ticket on tha molly, mommy do that Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that Pound half-Raider, Hunned sixes is where we grew that See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill Or uptown whit them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill I do it for my bros of the Locke Them hoes on stop I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding, My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas I'ma slam the scraper, You touch the paper it's go, me I7m just granted for show These hoes thanking it's snow I get it going my nig,I blow the hour and she ready Disrespectful? Nigga please,I7m the one with the fetti I'm going out with a bang, It's Lane on the chain I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!
I remember when we broke up, the first time Saying,"This is it, I've had enough," cause like We hadn't seen each other in a month When you said you needed space.What? Then you come around again and say "Baby,I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change; trust me" Remember how that lasted for a day? I say,"I hate you," we break up, you call me,"I love you"
Ooh we called it off again last night But ooh, this time I'm telling you
We are never ever ever getting back together We are never ever ever getting back together You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me But we are never ever ever ever getting back together
Like ever
I'm really gonna miss you picking fights and me Falling for it screaming that I'm right and you Would hide away and find your piece of mind With some indie record that's much cooler than me
Ooh,you called me up again tonight But ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you
I used to think that we were forever ever And I used to say,"Never say never" Huh, so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you" And I'm like,"I just , I mean this is exhausting,you know like,we are never getting back together,like ever"
