What You Gotta Say?

Woah, woah, woah
 Woah, woah
 (Ayy Manny, this joint crank, fool)
 (Spizzle go crazy)
 Walkin' a-, walkin' around
 I got a big drac, gun 'em down
 Hundred on me, but I don't make a sound
 I might pull up on him and I'll serve me a pound
 And once you is lost, now you is found
 Broke as fuck, used to ride in on the Greyhound
 Hit the plug, I need to send me his PayPal
 What you gotta say now? What you gotta pay now?
 Put it on the bed, I'm 'bout to make the work lay down
 I'm 'bout to go take a trip to Barbados
 Talkin' that shit, but what you gotta say though?
 Bitch, I'm the master, I'm movin' like Kato
 Smokin' on ether, that shit, it be fuego
 Creepin' that when in the cut I'ma lay low
 Oh yeah, really, what you gotta say though?
 Niggas talkin', "Let's build," I don't play with LEGOs
 I'm mixin' the vitamins up with the ketos
 Now I keep a stick, he playin' Halo
 Like stop, drop and roll, you better lay low
 Mexican shooter plugged in with the quesos
 He want a feature, but what he gon' pay though?
 Like Costco samples, yeah, we gon' take those
 Took a flight down to Canada just to pour up the maple
 Yeah, this XD show no mercy
 Smokin' on Reggie Jackson, ain't no Percy
 Fuck a ten band juug, might do thirty
 Yeah I got these racks up, boy, it's hurtin'
 Geeked up in Newtons but no, I'm not nerdy
 Shot at the block and you know that it's sturdy
 I got a rack bustin' off a birdie
 Countin' this check and I get it on a Thursday, bitch
 When I headed to school, it was a Monday
 My momma said, "Boy, you gon' be somethin' one day"
 No tower got bank, let's hit the runway
 I play games online, she give me fun brain
 2020 Honda Civic, you copped the Mustang
 I feel like Lil B, chain go brang-dang
 Smokin' Obama runtz, you know I can't change
 He smokin' on whippets and inhalin' propane
 Movin' like lucki the way that I switch lanes
 Smokin' that gas, been inhalin' that octane
 Down bad and broke, he been lookin' for loose change
 I get the chicken, like I'm Raising Cane's
 Made the work disappear, like David Blaine
 Bitch, I be swervin' tried to change the lanes
 Like an asylum, I'm goin' insane
 Sippin' on hendrix, pourin' purple rain
 I'm smokin' propane
 Tryna compare us, nah, we ain't the same
 Walkin' around
 I got a big drac, gun 'em down
 Hundred on me, but I don't make a sound
 I might pull up on him and I'll serve me a pound
 And once you is lost, now you is found
 Broke as fuck, used to ride in on the Greyhound
 Hit the plug, I need to send me his PayPal
 What you gotta say now? What you gotta pay now?
 Put it on the bed, I'm 'bout to make the work lay down
 I'm 'bout to go take a trip to Barbados
 Talkin' that shit, but what you gotta say though?
 Bitch I'm the master, I'm movin' like Kato
 Smokin' on ether, that shit, it be fuego
 Creepin' that when in the cut I'ma lay low
 Oh yeah, really, what you gotta say though? Fuck