Like Whaaat (feat. Bad Lucc)

(League of Starz)

(Sorry Jaynari)

Who dat, talking bout, who dat

Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black

Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb

Push mountains of herb, you **** already heard

The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time

Whatever however, cause young **** stay trying

See them and be like huh, ****, what?

Huh, give a fuck like whaaat

Blow my weed, smash the gas

Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way different

Through these thousand dollars frames

Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain

Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass ****

Ass ****, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask ****

Floating through the city like I'm on a raft ****

Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass ****

Like what that shit do

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Banging my gang like ooh

Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that

Cause we gonna be like

Huh, **** what, huh, give a fuck, **** whaaat (That **** be like)

Huh, **** what, huh, give a fuck, **** whaaat (That **** be like)

Your money funny you a clown

The bitch hit me up then I'm 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 ****'s jabs

Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab

Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair

When I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?"

Hol' up, 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 lifters, 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 the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Banging my gang like ooh

Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that

Cause we gonna be like

Huh, **** what, huh, give a fuck, **** whaaat (That **** be like)

Huh, **** what, huh, give a fuck, **** whaaat (That **** be like)

Who dat

I bet your lady knew that

She said he got a ticket on the 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 with them foolies ****, 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 I'm just granted for show

These hoes thanking it's snow

I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready

Disrespectful? **** please, I'm the one with the fetti

I'm going out with a bang, it's Lane on the chain

I just throw up a diamond, ****, cause Lane is the gang!