Like Whaaat (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Tyga, Chris Brown & Master P) - Remix

Who dat, talkin' bout, who dat?
 Run up on me, you'll get your ass beat blue black
 Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb
 Push mountains herb, you niggas already heard
 The bro Berg keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all times
 Wherever, however, 'cause young niggas they trying
 See 'em and be like "huh, nigga, what?"
 "Huh? Give a fuck like what?"
 Hell yeah, this the remix, these bitches comin' harder than cement
 Put the blow to they nose, no Kleenex
 Shining like the sun, no Phoenix
 Diamond Lane gang wear it big, no 3X (free Miller)
 You gangbangin' foolie chucker
 More niggas still good on the block, Timmy Duncan
 Knocking niggas out they style like a fucking 50 dumpin'
 Labels can't advance me, that Cali nigga that got Diddy dancing (Problem!!)
 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, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 Huh, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 What's smackin 30, under 30
 I'm a young rich black man
 What's happening
 No it ain't Taylor, less' my hands is in
 Grands I'mma spend, grams put them in
 Seen that Bombay, ran from the gin
 Staying low key, still they know me
 Smoking OG, and I blow it by the O-Z
 We faded ho please
 I'm getting stupid high, me and P-R-O-B
 My J's super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves
 We at the after-party, you can bring you own weed
 And We gon' take shots until someone has to drive us home
 Come from a place where they do tote that chrome
 Smile on they face, but ain't nothing a game
 Stacking that paper, don't get in their way
 Or Rat-tat-tat
 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, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 Huh, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 Look, ok it's OHB so nigga, bag bag
 I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag
 Molly fucking up my liver, got a bad back
 And if you trying to fuck with her, I'mma tax that
 Ass all on the floor, I'm trynna pour it up bitch
 Lean on my dick so slow it up bitch
 And the police trynna pull up on the scene
 Then they ask you what you seen
 I ain't seen shit
 A hundred niggas right behind me that's the drum line
 All you hear is 'blat, blat', hit it one time
 Fuck a punch line, nigga had bread since the lunch line
 I can put them soldiers on the front line
 Open season, just nigga give me the reason
 To bust, and just let it squeeze and
 My rope-a-dope is the meanest
 I box you up in the freezer
 Comatose, paraplegic
 I'm dodging the misdemeanors
 Hoping I don't get subpoenas but I...
 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, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 Huh, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 Huh? banging out the truck
 I'm T-Raww, bitch, go on let a nigga fuck
 Huh? bitch you heard what I said
 Your bitch is a bird, but I don't give her bread
 What? Problem pass the weed
 These niggas claim they ballin'
 Then why they clothes free?
 These motherfuckers cheap
 Like a nose bleed seat
 You ain't gotta go to Miami
 Bitch to feel the heat (WOO!)
 LA, burner to your belly
 My niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly
 Getting head till it ache, that's a motherfucking headache
 Do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly
 Nigga Why? I'm selling dreams, the money team
 Niggas spend crack but they ain't got no fiends
 Got the juice and the cream
 Wu-Tang, Raheim
 I'm a motherfucking, money machine nigga
 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, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 Huh, nigga what
 Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
 How ya do that there!
 Probably getting paper
 But don't fuck with you broke hoes, niggas, or you haters
 Maaan D. Howard with the motherfucking Lakers
 I represent the street, No Limit is the label
 Throw your hoods up, motherfucker where you from?
 We in this bitch deep
 And it can get dumb
 Niggas in the back motherfucker poppin' bottles
 Chasing bad bitches and them niggas throwing dollars
 Louis V down from my head to my toes
 C-Murder in the pen, and that iron getting swole
 Never gave a fuck 'bout no niggas wanna hate
 Keep the chopper in the car, case a nigga wanna play
 She showed me the titties, I call them bitches Dhali
 I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly
 Pushing 160 when I'm riding in the go
 You ain't from round here, nigga better walk slow, or get smoked