Like Whaaat(feat. Bad Lucc) (Explicit) - Bad Lucc/Problem

Who dat talking bout who dat

Run up on me

You get your a** beat blue black

Go on get nerve

I'm off the curb

Push mountains of herb

You niggas already heard

The bro Berg

Keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time

Whatever however

'Cause young niggas stay trying

See them and be like huh ni**a what

Huh give a f**k like whaat

Blow my w**d smash the dash

Hop up in my lane sh*t be looking way different

Through these thousand dollars frames

Millionaire mind

F**k the thousand dollars brain

Thousand dollar lame only get loud

Around his gang a** ni**a a** ni**a

Compton for real you ain't gotta ask ni**a

Floating through the city

Like I'm on a raft ni**a

Mike Vick with the sh*t

I don't need a pass ni**a

Like what that sh*t do yeah

I'm just doing my thang

Fingers in the sky

Banging my gang like uh

Go on fall back

'Cause you don't want no problems like that

'Cause we gonna be like huh ni**a what

Huh give a f**k ni**a whaat

Huh ni**a what

Huh give a f**k ni**a whaat

Your money funny you a clown

Your b**ch hit me up

Then I'm probably going down

It depends on how much of that sh*t I just had

Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag

Heavy hitter right here

All you other ni**a's jabs

Big talking bout beef

Till you serve they a** a slab

Do the math hoes clash

'Cause I got them yelling

Woo like Flair

When I'm done they always ask

How you do dat there

Word to Master P and Young Bleed

I pull your b**ch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li

'Cause I'm a pimp see word to Bun B

Underground king no checker

Shout out to the b**ch pressing

Get a weight lift

Reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now

P burnin' no Syphilis

Strap it up you murder the p**sy

Real beef you don't talk you just murder a p**sy

See me

I'm just doing my thang fingers in the sky

Banging my game like uh

Go on fall back

'Cause you don't want no problems like that

'Cause we gonna be like huh ni**a what

Huh give a f**k ni**a whaat

A ni**a be like huh ni**a what

Huh give a f**k ni**a whaat

A ni**a be like

Who dat

I bet your lady knew that

She said he got a ticket on the molly

Mommy do that

Talking with my round diamond lane

I thought you knew that

Pound half-Raider

Hunned sixes is where we grew that

See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill

Or uptown with them foolies niggas

Trapping by the mill

I do it for my bros of the Locke

Them hoes on stop

I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top

Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding

My b**ch is red as a Honda

Throw back on them Yokohamas

I'ma slam the scraper

You touch the paper it's go

Me I'm just granted for show

These hoes thanking it's snow

I get it going my nig

I blow the horn and she ready

Disrespectful

Ni**a please

I'm the one with the fetti

I'm going out with a bang

It's Lane on the chain

I just show 'em with diamonds ni**a

'Cause Lane is the gang