Said What I Said

[Intro: Doe Boy & Dave East]

Yeah, yeah (Uh)

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Doe, Doe Beezy, my nigga)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (You know what the fuck goin' on)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (It's up)

[Chorus: Dave East & Doe Boy]

My young bitch like when I slam her

Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hiding the camera (Let's go, nah)

I took a flight to Atlanta

Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech)

I'll get you hit from a text

You pussy, no sex

Hold that bitch nigga for ransom

I had the same vibe when we met

I'll never hide from a threat

I'm smiling at cameras

An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)

Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah

Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)

No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)

Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)

You ain't fuckin', give me head then (Come here)

I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)

Could've leased it, I copped it instead (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Dave East]

I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (My nigga)

Shit got me asking why

I come from the trenches where you either live or you die

That's why we get high (Let's go)

Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time

Fuck them bitches, go grind

I really came up from a nick to a dime

No more gettin' in line (Doe Beezy)

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]

Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line

Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron

Say that it's smoke, my niggas gon' pull up, they shootin', ain't wasting no time, uh

Pull out this pole like should I just rob him or shoot him? Can't make up my mind (Let's go)

[Verse 3: Dave East]

When I'm in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron (LeBron, hold on, hold on)

I'm probably somewhere walking in a fashion show out in Milan (Hold on, hold on)

If you gon' say Pablo, you gotta say Don (Let's go)

I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped with a bomb (Boom)

[Verse 4: Doe Boy]

I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped with a bomb, let's go, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)

Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm

Don't touch him, you know that he armed, uh (Let's go)

I'm really a demon, bitch, I ain't no angel

You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (Let's go)

Niggas be faking, these niggas ain't gangster

Bitch, who is that rapping that song? Uh (Pussy)

All on the 'Gram, he say he outside

But probably at home with his mom, huh (Oh, really?)

[Verse 5: Dave East]

I'm sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy)

Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (Fuck 'em, yeah)

Phone calls they keep trying to replay (Yeah)

All this evidence I'm trying to erase

He gon' rat, you can look in his face (Pussy, look at him)

He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (No)

He'll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (Let's go, gang)

[Verse 6: Doe Boy]

He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (Nothin' to make)

He got somethin' to prove, you got somethin' to take, let's go (Let's go)

Geeked off a Xan', I can't fuck on that bitch, I just hope the lil' ho giving head (Doe Beezy)

Go to the hood, post up with my cousin, he Crippin', but still pour up red (Let's go, gang)

Niggas be talkin', runnin' they mouth until they get shot in the head (Boom)

Call up my youngin, he run in your house and leave you shot dead in the bed, yeah (Oh, really?)

[Verse 7: Dave East]

I can't get knocked by the feds (No)

I'm fucking her good, she shakin' and boppin' her legs (Ayy)

Addicted to Percs, was poppin' them meds

Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (Skrrt)

Why bring a knife to the fight? This chopper'll put him to bed (Grrah)

You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga, that's not what I said, I just got the head (Hahaha)

[Verse 8: Doe Boy]

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)

Ain't scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (Fool)

Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh

Wake up and sent a hit just 'cause I can (Fool)

You push me, you dyin', ain't gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah)

[Chorus: Dave East & Doe Boy]

My young bitch like when I slam her

Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hiding the camera (Yeah, nah)

I took a flight to Atlanta

Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Yeah, yeah)

I'll get you hit from a text

You pussy, no sex

Hold that bitch nigga for ransom

I had the same vibe when we met

I'll never hide from a threat

I'm smiling at cameras (Let's go)

An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)

Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah

Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)

No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)

Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)

You ain't fuckin', give me head then (Come here)

I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)

Could've leased it, I copped it instead (Let's go)

[Outro: Doe Boy]

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Fool)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (Let's go)