"U Aint Sayin Nothin" lyrics
(feat. Kendrick Lamar & Lil Louie)
Come on, let's go!
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
Yeah, I'm in a Crown Victoria
3 niggas in it, with a street-sweeper 'bout to bring a life to an ending
Black and brown choppas, 100-round clip in
The music don't stop, 'til that body start flippin' (dang)
Keep the strap finger movin' for the excercise
When the lead fly, got 2 choices...duck or die
It's some niggas, dawg, they ain't even worth to die
They hangin' out like target paper, so it's worth to try (dang)
Ya bitch a gold mine, homie, yeah, she worth the buy
Tell her like a big pimp, you either work this track or die (bitch)
I'ma blood nigga, talk 'bout some drug dealers
Push the haze, push the 'ye, push the water like some waves
When I roll through now, these bitches like to wave
'Cause they see the cake, jewels lookin' like an ice capade
What y'all doin', nigga, it been done
Been livin' this shit, y'all livin' a re-run, muhfuckas!
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
You boys better team up, he think he fly?
Pshh, nigga, that'll get ya wings cut
I keep the Wesson tight, that'll bless ya life
How much of my style, is there left to bite?
I stay chokin' cheddar, you was focused never
When it's beef, red dot like a smoke detector
Young Jay Cranberry coupe, I stand tall
My audience blow at me, I need the fans off
I clap lead until you see his damn skull
He better duck 'cause them shots like cannonballs
I spit thoughts, y'all straight rappers
Spent the lettuce, spin ya head like a break dancer
He better ease up, 'cause when them trees up
Ay, believe you'll get shot from ya knees up
Meet Jesus, when the piece is up
I'm like "peace out", what he 'bout
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
See, me? I hold guns that shoot
I treat you like a rat, after I fuck, give you the boot
I'm hot, like I'm sweating in the booth
I'm broke, you paid, so I'm fist to rob you
Man, I'm fucked up, tipsy, leanin' off this bottle
She open and swallow, all over my model
I travel like hollows, right out yo' fo' doors
Holes in yo' clothes, come from my snub-nose
I get turns, like knobs on a do'
You get burned, by lead in the hole, drop dead on the floor
(Nigga) Disrespect my shit? (Nigga) Hit like my bitch
(Nigga) Yes, by my clique (Nigga) Doc' can not stitch
How can not rich? Thou shall not snitch
Niggas that do that, wind up in the garbage
Like trash in ya home, wind up in the garbage
I'm icy and armed, coming straight from the Gardens
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
Money over bitches, money over bitch-niggas too
I'm a student of the game, but that shit is principle
My condition is critical, I'm like a dyin' patient
I know he hate the truth, but the MAC, he gotta face it
Lock his ass in that basement, and feed 'em raw pork
Cut his fingers off, he can't pick up that fork
Shit, I carry the torch, the city on my back
Really, I can really rap a hustle in, that's my shit
I can teach you a thing or two on how to pimp a bitch
What you know about gettin' money 'cause she suckin' dick?
Wrecked the 645, bought it again, wrecked it
Shit, I'm like a crash-dummy driving these fuckin' whips
I'm so clumsy, brother takin' them fuckin' trips
Trippin' off them Columbians, 'cross the border shit
But I ain't homesick, nigga, my home sick
Ceiling got a TV in it, 60 inch
Ha-ha
You say you got cars?
(You niggas is stupid)
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
Yeah, I'm in a Crown Victoria
3 niggas in it, with a street-sweeper 'bout to bring a life to an ending
Black and brown choppas, 100-round clip in
The music don't stop, 'til that body start flippin' (dang)
Keep the strap finger movin' for the excercise
When the lead fly, got 2 choices...duck or die
It's some niggas, dawg, they ain't even worth to die
They hangin' out like target paper, so it's worth to try (dang)
Ya bitch a gold mine, homie, yeah, she worth the buy
Tell her like a big pimp, you either work this track or die (bitch)
I'ma blood nigga, talk 'bout some drug dealers
Push the haze, push the 'ye, push the water like some waves
When I roll through now, these bitches like to wave
'Cause they see the cake, jewels lookin' like an ice capade
What y'all doin', nigga, it been done
Been livin' this shit, y'all livin' a re-run, muhfuckas!
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
You boys better team up, he think he fly?
Pshh, nigga, that'll get ya wings cut
I keep the Wesson tight, that'll bless ya life
How much of my style, is there left to bite?
I stay chokin' cheddar, you was focused never
When it's beef, red dot like a smoke detector
Young Jay Cranberry coupe, I stand tall
My audience blow at me, I need the fans off
I clap lead until you see his damn skull
He better duck 'cause them shots like cannonballs
I spit thoughts, y'all straight rappers
Spent the lettuce, spin ya head like a break dancer
He better ease up, 'cause when them trees up
Ay, believe you'll get shot from ya knees up
Meet Jesus, when the piece is up
I'm like "peace out", what he 'bout
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
See, me? I hold guns that shoot
I treat you like a rat, after I fuck, give you the boot
I'm hot, like I'm sweating in the booth
I'm broke, you paid, so I'm fist to rob you
Man, I'm fucked up, tipsy, leanin' off this bottle
She open and swallow, all over my model
I travel like hollows, right out yo' fo' doors
Holes in yo' clothes, come from my snub-nose
I get turns, like knobs on a do'
You get burned, by lead in the hole, drop dead on the floor
(Nigga) Disrespect my shit? (Nigga) Hit like my bitch
(Nigga) Yes, by my clique (Nigga) Doc' can not stitch
How can not rich? Thou shall not snitch
Niggas that do that, wind up in the garbage
Like trash in ya home, wind up in the garbage
I'm icy and armed, coming straight from the Gardens
You say you got cars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got broads? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you pushin' raw? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Guns, I got that! Bitches, I got that!) Ha-ha
Oh, you say you got dollars? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got problems? You ain't sayin' nothin'
Oh, you say you got choppas? You ain't sayin' nothin'
(Haters, I pop at and watch them fall flat)
Money over bitches, money over bitch-niggas too
I'm a student of the game, but that shit is principle
My condition is critical, I'm like a dyin' patient
I know he hate the truth, but the MAC, he gotta face it
Lock his ass in that basement, and feed 'em raw pork
Cut his fingers off, he can't pick up that fork
Shit, I carry the torch, the city on my back
Really, I can really rap a hustle in, that's my shit
I can teach you a thing or two on how to pimp a bitch
What you know about gettin' money 'cause she suckin' dick?
Wrecked the 645, bought it again, wrecked it
Shit, I'm like a crash-dummy driving these fuckin' whips
I'm so clumsy, brother takin' them fuckin' trips
Trippin' off them Columbians, 'cross the border shit
But I ain't homesick, nigga, my home sick
Ceiling got a TV in it, 60 inch
Ha-ha
You say you got cars?
(You niggas is stupid)
