Like Whaaat (feat. Bad Lucc)

(League of Starz)
 (Sorry Jaynari)
 Who dat, talking bout, who dat
 Run up on me, you get your ass 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, nigga, what?
 Huh, give a fuck like whaaat
 Blow my weed, smash the gas
 Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way different
 Through these thousand dollars frames
 Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain
 Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga
 Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga
 Floating through the city like I'm on a raft nigga
 Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass nigga
 Like what that shit do
 Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
 Banging my gang like ooh
 Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
 Cause we gonna be like
 Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
 Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
 Your money funny you a clown
 The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down
 It depends on how much of that shit I just had
 Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
 Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's jabs
 Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass 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!?"
 Hol' up, word to Master P and Young Bleed
 I pull your bitch 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 bitch pressing
 Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
 P burnin', no Syphilis
 Strap it up, you murder the pussy
 Real beef you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?
 Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
 Banging my gang like ooh
 Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
 Cause we gonna be like
 Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
 Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga 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 bitch 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? Nigga please, I'm the one with the fetti
 I'm going out with a bang, it's Lane on the chain
 I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!