Wat U Sed (feat. Doechii & Kal Banx)

What up, bae?

And my bitch eat me up while I'm driving

And I swear it's a show, not a riot

I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot?

Bet my bitch eat me up while I'm drivin'

And I swear it's a show, not a riot

And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up

We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to round 'em up

And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off

I been focused on my one-of-one

And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (What you said?)

Bitch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall

Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved

Geeked on my brother's pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)

Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God

Fuck what a **** do, reach for some inner peace

Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down

Ghost when I'm slidin' down, ghost when I'm slidin' down

Torched when I'm slidin' down (What you said?)

All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass

And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass

Ole man, I don't want ya in the club

'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club

Come through in your new rental car

Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star

And ya come with 'bout four or five hoes

Down to fight anything straight out the door

Roll but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (On go)

Drunk but I make 'em drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gone)

Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (Gone)

Pop pills but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrat)

Drunk on a Saturday, hoes is mad, hoes is mad (Hoes is mad)

Dirt, it go thataway, hope it's bad, hope it's bad (Hope it's bad)

Feel real when you grind, real when you shine

Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (On the way)

Lookin' bad when you spazz with your girls and your ass out

Bad like a girl from the album with ANTI

Keep a bag, pop a tag, gon' let it air out

Drop it fast, let it spazz, gon' let your hair down

Shush, when Isaiah get it done, when he speak, I sit up

Flip a bag and make a bun, when he done, I link up

Give that head like you a geek, show no face if you discreet

Come and put this drink on me if you wanna link up

All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass

And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass

Ole man, I don't want ya in the club

'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club

Come through in your new rental car

Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star

And ya come with 'bout four or five hoes

Down to fight anything straight out the door