We On Dat

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, SAV killed it) Bitch, yeah, and we on that Bitch, we on that, hey, get his dome cracked Hey, we don't condone that, nigga, hey [Verse] First day of class, I'm teachin' niggas how to ball So much drip inside my closet, I could start my own mall Bitch, I'ma rap 'til I die, I'm in it for the long haul Brodie hit me from the feds, man, I missed his phone call Now I'm kinda pissed, never actin' cocky, I got confidence Crack daddy, next Friday, fell on a pile of shit Ex bitch left me for a lame, man, I'm kinda sick When I'm hurt, I go and make some pape', it's a compliment Bust down Rollie, it got boogers in the facе Forty shot clip, look like a ruler in the K Tryna buy somе cut lean, you can meet me in the 8 I'm slidin' in the private jet, who gon' beat me to the Bay? Hands tied, but we run the game by a landslide I can't lie, I felt Ciara when she made And I Always make the artist feel good, it's a fan jive Fuck her from the back off a Perc' with her hands tied It's a bag on the floor, tell 'em, "Bring it to me" Make a bitch hit a high note, she singin' to me It's finna be a nasty night if she drinkin' with me Shit, I'll put her on a flight if she creepin' with me Shoot a bitch out of town, make her feel special Is you gon' love my ass to death is the real question Weed stronk as hell, ain't got no name, but it's real pressure My nigga Z makin' dog shit off of meal preppin' You gotta feed the city How many people came with you? Shit, an easy fifty Fan bitch want an autograph, let me see your titties They slid, but I bust back, he had Jesus with him We the street committee Freak bitch bust it wide open for an orange box Nasty nigga, I just poured some Wock' in the orange pop It was good, though, my baby Drac' old as hell in the Woodbro, this a hood joke All-pink knot, fifty thousand up in fifties OT Walmarts always poppin' with the gifties Man, I hate a cap rapper, tell 'em, "Drop and give me sixty" I do this shit for my team, so you poppin' if you with me Warzone, bitch, I keep an MP5 on my side I don't act gangsta actually 'til it's time for me to ride I wanna move out West but the economy too high Too much water on my neck, it been drownin' me inside I'm a Saks Fifther, bitch, you play games, you a backflipper Young bitch finessin' everybody, she a catfisher The first time you lied to a nigga, made me act different You can spend all your pape', but I stack different I tried to fuck her from the side, sprung a back muscle You tryna make it out the streets, you gotta add hustle I'ma eat until I'm full for my last supper I made five hundred thousand just last summer