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]