600 Bars

Sayso

Can you tell me

Why you ain't released nun?

Fuck music bitch

I'm out here

In the streets thuggin

Still get dough

Even if im at home sleep

(Duh)

Still gon eat

Stripper bitch wigglin her cheeks

Ran it up for weeks

Then I had to

Buy me some new clothes

Watchin my back for all you **** and all you hoes (Ron-Ron, do that shit)

You makin me nervous my ****

You gettin too close

And one false move

This mac turn him to ghost

Hate to do the most

So ima try to keep it calm

Cause the blonde hoe that i knocked

Game green as a lime

Had this bitch for a week

Broke her cheeks and she was gone

**** problems get lost

When the weapon is gettin drawn

Pop that hot shit

You be floatin in the pond

You a bitch

You probably just like

To hear yourself talk

Hoe ass ****

Be tryin on they bitch drawers

When she gone

The homies is there

Tearin down her walls

Pause and a toast

For the players

Who do the most

If the hoe get outta pocket

The pimpin is down her throat

Get low

I had to bend the corner

I don't want that black bitch trap

I want the foreigner

Sayso

I bet them joints know me

Ya bottom hoe chose me

Now he talkin bout beef?

(What)

Better watch how you speakin

When you talkin bout a p

And if you wanna talk to me

It better be about some cheese

And last night

The feds ran up

In the goddamn house

Kept it solid ****

Quiet as a goddamn mouse

Tell them pussy ****

They can shut

They bitch ass mouth

Before i knock

Your bottom bitch

And put a dick

In her mouth

Broke her for a ten piece

You still live on the couch

I love cussin bitches out

Call me Oscar the Grouch

5.7 MAC 10 make a **** say yeow

Finna go and snatch a chink up

For his damn couch

600 bars

Bro lets split em and duck em

But I Like to eat xanax

Ima keep me a hundred

I'm always gettin chilli

Ima keep me some money

Plus im always rollin weed

Ima keep gettin blunted

Pop two percs

And ima keep goin dummy

Now what's the deal forreal bitch

You still lookin bummy?

And all these faggot 304s do GFE

New folks game old like a PS3

Pop up, pop my collar then I pop me a p

I like to pop up on ya bitch

When she bleedin her feet

Middle of the street

Ism spillin all out my teeth

You wanna chose on me?

Ima be needin a fee

Put them heels on

And creep for a goddamn p (x2)

Pussy for free free hoe?

Thats a no no

Knock that hoe on Western

Pulled up

And she was a no show

Next thing i know

All i saw was the popo

Tried to get on

I shoulda threw the Benz

In sports mode

Fuck 12

Still send a bitch

With no remorse tho

Suck it bitch

Suck me

Till you get a sore throat

Yellin at whores

Will bore me

Till I get a hoarse throat

(Bitch!)

Sayso you so damn gorgeous

So say the chorus hoe

I got the Benz and the Lac

I really want the Porsche tho

Momma gon whoop yo ass

Go do your chores bro

Ima die with some money

But bitch I was born broke

Facebook bitch

She just want a **** to poke

(Bop)

She just wanna smoke my cooks

And dick choke

Flashin flicks with long clips

You still a bitch doe

I really don't talk too much

Around you new folk

Im crackin hoes

Like be pump crackin

This egg yolk

Muddy trouble

Pourin drugs over my kinfolk

Im triflin

I still play a bitch like Nintendo

I been this way

Ever since I can remember

Pimp pimp pimp

From December down to November

You the one to bend her

And I'm the one to send her

Remember

Play the game right I'm no beginner

Double cup

For breakfast lunch and dinner

And i met in her the club

Ian knock her off Tinder

Lord please forgive me

Cause i know that ima sinner

I'm the type to spend 250

Up on my dinner plate

I'm the type to take

Myself out on a dinner date

And if you wanna see me stunt

Then ima demonstrate

This to all you bitch ass ****

I know you finna hate

Said you was real

But my ****

You never been that way

Im tryna peel her purse

You tryna penetrate

Makin all my hoes jealous

Yeah ima instigate

Ya know?

Yadadamean?

I'm over 21

I just look 19

And Miss. Chink

Wanna sweat me

Over my ID

And all i wanted

Was some woods

And a crisp white tee

Sayso

(Bitch)

These hoes don't like me

They mad

Cause the bag

The only thing that excite me

If she get outta pocket

Ima turn Mike Tyson

Fire a bitch like Trump

Then go and hit me a dice game

Hit up Benihanas

Cause i love fried rice mane

A box of teriyaki pinky up

I need a picture frame

Yall steez

Jackin Sayso

That shit is hella lame

(Yall steez jackin sayso that shit is hella lame)

Sayso

Born broke

But imma die rich

And all i ever wanted

Was some diamonds

And a bi bitch

Only thing i got

Was gun shells

And violence

Big boy toys

Now a **** like to ride Benz

Escalade

Everything that i ride

Im behind tint

‘Sayso you the president’

‘It so hard to find him’

Calls on my phone

Not money?

Then im declining

Im firing bitches

Cause I was tired of hearing whining

What time is it?

It’s time to break a dime

Put my phone on silence

Cause I was tired of wastin time

Codeine cups

With the ice

And lemon lime

Exclusive fit

Never catch me

Standin in line

Designer shit

Muhfuckas you know my size

Look down bitch

Cause if you dare look in my eyes

Ill take yo trap

And chop you

Like some french fries

I don't have whores as friends

I'm not that kinda guy

Tell the truth on wax

My **** why would I lie

And if you could do that too

Give it a try

This ism in my bones

Is sum i couldn't buy

She knew i was pimpin

When she looked me in my eyes