What They Said

Running round wet 'em up Wanna pull up on me with a choppa hit 'em up What he wanna do what he talk what he did Now I wanna see all the shit that he said I can't really tell what they want what they said Why they always hating always talking to the feds Pop another perc steady lacing all my meds Really think they hard but they bitch up in my bed Heard the ops was lurking now they say they want me dead If they wanna run up put a bullet in they head Why these bitches mad was it cause of what I said Shawty don't want Caffiend cause he live with the dead Had to kick her out told her get up off my dick I don't wanna talk only talk with the stick She ain't really with it when the bullets start to hit Bullets get to dumping man my choppa goin dumb We gonna hit him up Hit his neck hit his lung He hang with some rats cause they told me what he said Claiming he a blood but he's never wearing red Choppa on my hip got the beam up on his head Told me Caffiend please just kill my ass instead Imma kill his ass too fill 'em up with lead Begging for forgiveness really couldn't care less Choppa get to thumping like the heart up in his chest I can't really tell what they want what they said Why they always hating always talking to the feds Now I'm comin up everybody wanna test Telling me they're worthy of the money I invest Cop the fam a crib before the Rollie or Patek I don't need no ice on my wrist just to flex I don't need the Cuban or the VVS ring I know she gonna pop right up cause I'm her summer fling Said his was mad cause I'm fuckin on his bitch Know he really mad cause I nutted on her tits Imma snatch that ice he be flexing on his wrist Run up on me blam hit 'em up with the stick Why they wanna talk F*ck the talk what they doing Why they wanna talk F*ck the talk what they doing He don't got a Glock Bro look at how he moving Imma take his bitch Boy we gonna make a movie Capping in his rap lil bro what he doing Know he ain't Slime and I'm really finna prove it Real sad boy but I'll show him how we do it Said he want the smoke but he ain't bulletproof bitch Don't know how to move with a gun up in his pocket Someone go and tell him he should really stick to talking He don't wanna move when the team start shooting Curly headed bitch told me she likes how I'm moving Wonder if she'll like it when the bodies start to drop Wonder if she'll love me if my songs start to flop She think I'm a bad guy cause I murder all my ops I won't leave a witness no one talking to the cops Imma pop a perc off the molly and the lean Shawty like my body said my drip is way too clean I'm a percaholic baby I know what I need She told me she love me baby for me she a fiend Hahaha Yeah Bitch Yeah