Whatever You Heard Its Worst

[Intro] Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh It’s the dawg Ayo Saint Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh [Verse] Uh huh, uh, huh uh, huh my neck like bitch I look like Bishop Don Juan I’m deep up out that bike nigga you don’t want nun It ain’t shit sweet but papi walk ‘round with a hunbun Ten milly come off my waist I get to banging this bitch like Paul George Tuff shit sound cool but if you wanna do Nigga I’m all for it I’m front line with my gun firing I’m with top score in all wars Im smoking that shit out the pound nigga this shit look like a small forest You niggas ain’t got no motha fucking money these niggas pop broke I’m scraping chasing hunnit after hunnit beat it till the pot broke 15k one day that’s how this block go I’ll drink ya baby mom rent and catch my shot slow Band and some change on my jeans nigga these not those I was selling bags when I was running with the snot nose Now I make a call get the whole fucking block closed Lil bro don’t got lotta money but hе got souls Auntie said the smack from the еighties she said I got sold Bro you got here 20 minutes late that shit got sold Let this shit dry up where I’m at then we gon’ hit the road I feel like Hulk Hogan in the kitchen when I beat the bowl Run up two hunnit thousand dollars while I was on parole Fay and Ummi tell that shit both it ain’t no lies told He rap like a dope deal but never had a pot sold Pap a real dope whipper could do it with my eyes closed Gen 5 with the flat back on the back naw they ain’t got those These niggas be fanned out dick ridin’ cock blowers We always get one up on the opps this shit not over All you did was sell a quarter pound bitch you not Sosa I’m nino when I come through this bitch take the whole block over You nino on the top of stairs when his ass got shot over I might drop a six on top of six I feel lil’ Tovii real deal raw two fours I feel like I’m Kobe Yeah bro I get it you bump my shit but you do not know me I’m in pen town higher then a bitch with some shots in me How the fuck y’all niggas in the war and y’all not scoring We done hit every nigga we came for this shit done got boring You the top shooter in your raps but you not on it we done spun your block back to back you was not on it Big Benz S600 that’s how I’m coming niggas don’t get no fire warning play with my money Button on the back on the frr it won’t stop coming Brody ain’t come back with a hat but he shot sum’n I don’t know why the fuck you got a GAT you never shot nothing You talk like a killer in your raps nigga stop bluffing Any nigga play gon’ get the belt give a fuck if it’s my cousin I walked in Amiri for a fit dropped forty five hunnit Cluck bitch all on my dick couldn’t take her eyes off me Swerving in a Benz behind tint they think I’m driving saucy Tris brick yeen even wanna know what this bitch cost me Sixty ball for the AP bitch I’m Jack Frosty Toting big shit guarantee this gon’ back Shaq off me Double cups bitch I sip that stuff this ain’t black coffee You know damn well you ain’t have a enough why the fuck you call me Bitch told me I won’t be much I know she fucking salty It ain’t no way in hell he getting up this a fucking .40 Can’t no nigga in the world tell me do nun I’m not a fucking shorty [Outro] It’s the dawg