"That What You Got" lyrics
(You'll fly too if you link with Frenchie)
Ooh
I go for the same shit twice, I'd be a fool
I came in the game to take over, pussy, make some room
Huh, all my car V10 engines, go, "Vroom"
You look like you accost the hoes I fuck, fastest way to lose
My opp'll eat a dick to get posts on the Shade Room
Can't believe these the type of niggas that say we into it
I pimped on that ho, she was easily influenced (Oh my gosh)
NBA Hawks game, Rick Owen boots on the wood
Sittin' by me courtside, model ho look Jewish
Huh, ho so bad, on the bitch screamed, "Pay the pussy" (On God)
Can't forget how they paid with me, can't forget how they played a G
Can't forget how she played with me, I had told the ho, "Come stay with me"
Man, I hate I let this ho lay with me, yeah
A gang member what they label me, uh
I'm back on that time again, got back droppin' dimes again
I can't too much vibe with men, I'm back 'round my crackhead friends
I'm back 'round the motherfuckers that stickin' they arms with heroin pens
If I'm back 'round this, I'm supposed to win, mm
I'm back around, hold the charge, nigga put behind the police, tell him give me your shin
I'm back 'round hoes come outside, mismatch, start switchin' for the Philippines (The ratchet)
I'm back 'round young niggas that'll put a wig on just to go get revenge (Get to clappin')
I seen most of these fuck niggas turn to the opps, they once my friends
Can't let a nigga come 'round tryna tear down what I built this time
I ain't got no time for no nigga ain't pick up what I'm puttin' down
She was a go-getter, nigga got off of pimpin', now all she know is lay down and cry
Play with a real nigga, settle for a lame maggot bitch, that's what you got
You got played, bitch, that's what you got, got your heart broke, that's what you got
Got your shit took, that's what you got, got your bitch took, that's what you got
Ho got cheated on, that's what you got, he got rich looks but he ain't got nothin'
She a thieve, I can tell from the front, when she see me, put her hair in a bun
Count the opps, I gotta sell me they gun, whack all on 'em and I bought all they guns
Rockin' a blank with a gun, not a cousin, he ain't one of us but I can't say he wasn't
Spent my whole album check on buttons, my hoes call me Fox, my lil' cuz call me Cuddy
Put your trust in a Fox, make the buzzer, uh, uh
That right there, Fox Trey, get the cutter
How many hoes on the way? 'Bout a dozen
Uh, every time I come around they be stealin' my sauce (Frrt, frrt)
Uh, so fuckin' piped up, get you killed for a post (Frrt, frrt)
Huh, pulled up in the Lam', dipped in the Ghost (Skrrt, skrrt, vroom)
Wearin' all this ice walkin' on a cadence floor (In the trap)
Got so many fuckin' 'bows, more than bae smoke (Sittin' in my lap)
Ooh
I go for the same shit twice, I'd be a fool
I came in the game to take over, pussy, make some room
Huh, all my car V10 engines, go, "Vroom"
You look like you accost the hoes I fuck, fastest way to lose
My opp'll eat a dick to get posts on the Shade Room
Can't believe these the type of niggas that say we into it
I pimped on that ho, she was easily influenced (Oh my gosh)
NBA Hawks game, Rick Owen boots on the wood
Sittin' by me courtside, model ho look Jewish
Huh, ho so bad, on the bitch screamed, "Pay the pussy" (On God)
Can't forget how they paid with me, can't forget how they played a G
Can't forget how she played with me, I had told the ho, "Come stay with me"
Man, I hate I let this ho lay with me, yeah
A gang member what they label me, uh
I'm back on that time again, got back droppin' dimes again
I can't too much vibe with men, I'm back 'round my crackhead friends
I'm back 'round the motherfuckers that stickin' they arms with heroin pens
If I'm back 'round this, I'm supposed to win, mm
I'm back around, hold the charge, nigga put behind the police, tell him give me your shin
I'm back 'round hoes come outside, mismatch, start switchin' for the Philippines (The ratchet)
I'm back 'round young niggas that'll put a wig on just to go get revenge (Get to clappin')
I seen most of these fuck niggas turn to the opps, they once my friends
Can't let a nigga come 'round tryna tear down what I built this time
I ain't got no time for no nigga ain't pick up what I'm puttin' down
She was a go-getter, nigga got off of pimpin', now all she know is lay down and cry
Play with a real nigga, settle for a lame maggot bitch, that's what you got
You got played, bitch, that's what you got, got your heart broke, that's what you got
Got your shit took, that's what you got, got your bitch took, that's what you got
Ho got cheated on, that's what you got, he got rich looks but he ain't got nothin'
She a thieve, I can tell from the front, when she see me, put her hair in a bun
Count the opps, I gotta sell me they gun, whack all on 'em and I bought all they guns
Rockin' a blank with a gun, not a cousin, he ain't one of us but I can't say he wasn't
Spent my whole album check on buttons, my hoes call me Fox, my lil' cuz call me Cuddy
Put your trust in a Fox, make the buzzer, uh, uh
That right there, Fox Trey, get the cutter
How many hoes on the way? 'Bout a dozen
Uh, every time I come around they be stealin' my sauce (Frrt, frrt)
Uh, so fuckin' piped up, get you killed for a post (Frrt, frrt)
Huh, pulled up in the Lam', dipped in the Ghost (Skrrt, skrrt, vroom)
Wearin' all this ice walkin' on a cadence floor (In the trap)
Got so many fuckin' 'bows, more than bae smoke (Sittin' in my lap)
Writer(s): Cavon Paige
