Just Saying

[Intro] Yo, Silo killed this shit [Chorus] Bitch, I got my bag up, and flexed up on you fuck niggas Lil nigga, get your racks up, and stop all that cap, you don't kill niggas Cuz' I hang around with the field niggas, them scary, and ready to spill niggas Whole gang, filled with some real niggas, yeah, real niggas Flew to .L.A., and just blew me a bag Bitch [?] How many shots? That’s two in the back Upping the fye, at his cap (Cap) You ain't my gang, you can't get a dub He tryna run down, had the blick in my lap, ha [Verse] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) That lil' bitch blew me, under cover, [?] I heard your tape, that shit booty My laugh in slow motion, I'm off the Xan’s She off of the perc', she moody You got a problem? Nigga, shoot me, yeah All of my niggas gone run down (Run down), I used to wake up to gun sounds (Gun sounds) ‘Member I was down the mud now, I could really give like zero fucks now Nigga a bitch, he get punched down, oh, thats yo mans? He runtz now His mans shot up, [?] now, his mans dead, [?] now [Chorus] Bitch, I got my bag up, and flexed up on you fuck niggas Lil nigga, get your racks up, and stop all that cap, you don't kill niggas Cuz' I hang around with the field niggas, them scary, and ready to spill niggas Whole gang, filled with some real niggas, yeah, real niggas Flew to .L.A., and just blew me a bag Bitch [?] How many shots? That’s two in the back Upping the fye, at his cap (Cap) You ain't my gang, you can't get a dub He tryna run down, had the blick in my lap, ha [Pre-Chorus] ‘Member I was going through it, niggas had to check up on me Play with the racks, yeah, I thumb through it, I just ran a check up on me, bitch Chillin’ at the MBC, bitch Blow a bag, no receipts, bitch, niggas steady tryna reach, bitch (Bitch) How could you be mad? Bitch I get more racks than you, I got paper cuts from the cash Niggas ain’t used to fuck with me, now they mad, that a nigga passing Caught his bro, yeah, he turn to past-tense, caught that nigga like, “Ian, what happened?” Yeah 15! [Chorus] Bitch, I got my bag up, and flexed up on you fuck niggas Lil nigga, get your racks up, and stop all that cap, you don't kill niggas Cuz' I hang around with the field niggas, them scary, and ready to spill niggas Whole gang, filled with some real niggas, yeah, real niggas Flew to .L.A., and just blew me a bag Bitch [?] How many shots? That’s two in the back Upping the fye, at his cap (Cap) You ain't my gang, you can't get a dub He tryna run down, had the blick in my lap, ha!