What They Doin'

[Hook: Kid Ink & YG] The game don't change, turn cold I swear these Niggas lame, Fucking clones I don't understand why they think it's okay They gonna make me turn back to my old ways What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Okay, the game don't change, got a quarter back Set back then it cut incision, it's a heart attack I'm what the world made me and this a known fact I got a mean attitude and my girl a brat Okay, bout to do it big, all caps Going hard is a known fact, higher out of contact Barely conscious, you don't take it out of context Give you niggas a complex, just being honest I can't take no more, more money, more fake niggas If you got a problem it's going down like ray digit Try to ride my lane with me while I'm still paving it Go check your history book, I'm about to write another page in And I'm gone [Hook: Kid Ink & YG] [Verse 2: YG] Ass up, ass up, bitch face down Got nuts, I'm trying to bust like a Greyhound Bitch, get over here, put your face down She said it's hairy, well bitch, welcome to Acetown Tell them bitches about my bitches, count my pockets, she wet And your was daddy a G, so how he feel about that? That's a hater move, check your navigation All my niggas trip, we need child relations I'm from Bompton, nigga, really, really, really though Where niggas gang bang and bitches let their titties show I'm in the foolies, though, like neighborhood Hundred thousand dollars Porche parked in your neighborhood I'm fucking hoes, my money stacking Niggas be funny acting, I call it Bernie Mac'N You swagger, take your hood, nigga fakin on us Nigga fishy like the floor, act a station [Hook: Kid Ink & YG]