What Does That Make You

Lyrics

[Intro: Claas] Yeah! [Verse 1: Claas] Go on ahead and look at me now, Clizzle been puttin' it down Kept it one hundred not fuckin' with clowns, 24/7, 360 around Can't swim but never gon' drown Liftin' these weights just to carry this town Fuckin' with me, see, we all 'bout to eat Ain't no greed but the envy stay screaming out loud Aaahh! I'm 'bout to make it, no matter the pain or the time that it takes Aaahh! I'll never stop, see I'm bettin' on me and I'm raisin' the stakes This is my time to go amass the fakes All the pettiness ain't gonna keep me from great If you're thinkin' I ain't, you must be mistaken I've been the dude and y'all just don't acquaint I will burn this shit down, Seth Rollins curbstomp 'em all in the ground Won't see me mumble, no balls in my mouth But I'm flexin' on air while wearin' this crown Me and D, ain't no one stoppin' us now Have 'em screamin' out "fuck" and throw ball in the ground I'm just 'bout to go make all my homies feel proud While I'm killin' this shit 'cause I'm ruthless and foul [Chorus: Claas] If I ain't shit then what does that make you? (Shit then) If we ain't legit then what does that make you? (Legit then) If we ain't made a cent then what has it made you? (Made a cent then) If we ain't main event, then how can you claim to? (Main event then) Hold up, we 'bout to pound (hold), burn this whole shit to the ground And we ain't fuckin' around, you are testin' us then, don't go testin' us now (Now) So get the fuck out my face bitch, niggas best know they placement 'Cause we gon' run and gun, bitch we number one We them ones you been chasin' [Verse 2: Sicnoizednice] Uhh, shooting from the hip when I hit 'em with the Sicnoize Rappers a mirage in the scene sendin' decoys TCH on top, lookin' down at you fuckboys (Fuck 'em) Shut shit down like a fire marshal Takin' everything, we not accepting partial (No) Bangin' on my chest 'cause I'm running with the best Sick Gang in this bitch, middle fingers to the rest (Let's go) And the niggas was hatin', act like they don't know (Bitch) But it's all good, got your girl front row (Ha!) This the main event, welcome to the show Old school, fuck the VHS Tae Bo (Yeah) OGs said you reap what you sow (Yeah) We know you a ho, I won't tell a soul (Bitch) Droppin' napalm from my breath with the squad, bitch Ain't worried 'bout your girl, she the queen of the cockpit (Ha) Killin' everything that I touch, bitch, I'm Dnice Whole city paranoid, we poppin' like some dirt bikes Never take a loss, we fuckin' dope and you know that Step up in the building, whole scene catch a contact (Bitch) Burnin' these bridges I don't have to cross (Nope) Smackin' these rappers, ain't grabbin' my balls (Bitch) It's a Claashole life, don't give a fuck about your price Just know we shut it down and we keep that bitch hype (Let's go) I am the truth but surrounded by lies (Ha) Yeah, they move tickets but can't kill a track This is not up for debate, it's a fact I told your girl to spit if I wanna come back (Ha!) This is the chronic, ain't 'talkin '92 (Yeah!) Dab at the tip, got a high point of view (Yeah) Whole team is shit and you know we legit So bruh, what does that make you? (Bitch) [Chorus: Claas] If I ain't shit then what does that make you? (Shit then) If we ain't legit then what does that make you? (Legit then) If we ain't made a cent then what has it made you? (Made a cent then) If we ain't main event, then how can you claim to? (Main event then) Hold up, we 'bout to pound (hold), burn this whole shit to the ground And we ain't fuckin' around, you are testin' us then, don't go testin' us now (Now) So get the fuck out my face bitch, niggas best know they placement 'Cause we gon' run and gun, bitch we number one We them ones you been chasin' [Verse 3: Chxxmpa] I be on my levitate, you try to lie on my name (Lie on my name) Send a couple bullets to the side of your face Only way you shuttin' up is if you lie in the grave I'll oblige 'cause you pussy tryna ride in my lane, bitch (Bitch) So if I ain't the shit, then what does that make you? (Haha) I'm confident you ain't got shit on me, ho Took your shit from the platform we gave you (Ha) Pound for pound you ain't matchin' our energy Don't give me none of that blah-blah or we gon' go blaaow-blaaow Pull out the strap and the axe Cut the head from your body and leave you to die, die, die Fuck with the game, we unleashin' the beast on you cretins, don't ask me the reason (What?) Evil as fuck when you cross me, my shooters don't play when it's pussy boy season I ain't tryna gas up all you hoes that's in the way no mo Choppa gonna shoot 'em from the pave low-low Tryna be somebody but the name no go Fuck around and you ain't gon' have a face no mo Only reason why I feel I gotta stay so blown Conversation with you made me wanna fade and die slow Only all up on me 'cause you lame-o's so broke Now I say your name ain't really gotta say it no more (No more) Chxxmpa lookin' out for y'all but gotta make my own goals Just to see what's on my motherfuckin' thing now (Aye!) 'Bout to snap and see what happens when I stay and don't fold Bet you money you gon' pull up tryna act out Only way you hit the stage is if you pay for those shows I don't really think they fuckin' with your last album (Not at all) Hate to stick a pin up in the bomb where you've been blowing But you really ain't got shit on us, we got it to the last count (Chxxmp!) [Chorus: Claas] If I ain't shit then what does that make you? (Shit then) If we ain't legit then what does that make you? (Legit then) If we ain't made a cent then what has it made you? (Made a cent then) If we ain't main event, then how can you claim to? (Main event then) Hold up, we 'bout to pound (hold), burn this whole shit to the ground And we ain't fuckin' around, you are testin' us then, don't go testin' us now (Now) So get the fuck out my face bitch, niggas best know they placement 'Cause we gon' run and gun, bitch we number one We them ones you been chasin'