Whatchu' Call Dat?
YRK Laynez
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Aye turn me up Jah In the headphones, lil bit mo Make em fall back Like Whatchu' Call dat? Like Whatchu' Wake up, spark my dope that's how I start my day I grab my Glock, 2 cooler kits and then I grab my J's Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I call her Jay She eat the dick, she use the spit, so good I pulled her braids Run down, neck shot, get em all wacked Face shot, face shot, make em fall back And if I empty this whole clip, then what you call that? You niggas cheap, go bust a brick and then you call back You niggas sweet, don't want no beef, I stay ten toes down in these streets Knock off his head, its by his feet, I ask her why you lie to me? Ooh, she keep on saying she can meet it, she saying she can handle me Don't know the problem, that come wit it I ask her why she lying to me? You play me bad, the blind can see, get off the net, they shaming me Why did they put the blame on me? Lost Cabo somewhere on the beach All my old friends had changed on me, I guess they took another route But they were just too blind to see, I know the gang believe in me Tripdub say keep on chasing dreams, I hope my brothers make it home Every time they go pushin p's Adot he coming out that cut And he creep, goddamn Dissin' on gang will get you beat Or, you bleeding out at sams I Leave yo stupid ass on that corner Nigga, yeah I pop this Perc to go and spin it, and all I see is red Chops, F&N Glocks, 223's, and Mac-10 I blow this bitch right at your top, I'm tryna leave you dead, yeah Wa-Wake up, spark my dope that's how I start my day I grab my Glock, two cooler kits and then I grab my J's Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I call her Jay She suck the dick, she use the spit, And got me pulling braids Run down, neck shot, get em all wacked Face shot, face shot, make em fall back And if I empty this whole clip, then what you call that? You niggas cheap, go bust a brick and then you call back Can't sign no deal, won't let my soul go And if you don't, at least the bro's know I did this shit all by my lonely, hunnid K without no promo Run down, we gon' hit the boy head up Gun sound where you don't hear nun Play my song, gon' have your ear jumpin' Big Glock, O.T., I don't fear none Wa-Wa-Wake up, spark my dope that's how I start my day I grab my Glock, two cooler kits and then I grab my J's Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I'm finna call her Jay She suck it good, she use the spit, And got me pulling braids Run down, neck shot, get em all wacked Face shot, face shot, make em fall back And if I empty this whole clip, then what you call that?
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