I don't know what you talking bout
Aye Ching
I don't know what they talking bout
F*** em' aye
I don't know what they talking bout
My wrist on freeze
Yo b**** on me
I don't know what they talking bout
F*** em' aye
I don't know what they talking bout
My wrist on freeze
Yo b**** on me
My wrist be so froze
Clarity in my stones
I had to earn it the hard away
Just to put food on the stove
I'm dripping like gucci
Looking so icy now
Hundred bands around my neck
I feel like Poseidon now
I got the fish scale
A1
Looking something like pisces
When I be bussing these licks
Gotta watch over my back
Cuz these n****s don't like me
N****s they talk all that s***
Friendly n****s swear to God they won't try me
But Im still riding around
Thirty hollow tips inside of my maggy
Uh
You don't really wanna try that
When these hollow tips hit your a** you ain't fighting back
I could
Make a phone call them n****s find that
They gone
Pull up and shoot till you get flashbacks
My God
I got no fear
Walking around i'm strapped up with my neck looking like a chandelier
I know you f*** boys ain't man enough
To pull up to my lair
Since y'all the same n****s ain't toting guns you n****s disappear
You n****s disappear
I don't know what they talking bout
F*** em' aye
I don't know what they talking bout
My wrist on freeze
Yo b**** on me
I don't know what they talking bout
F*** em' aye
I don't know what they talking bout
My wrist on freeze
Yo b**** on me