I'm just sayin' shit up off the head
I just want that nigga dead
Swing that stick like special ed
Swing that stick, I want it dreads
Like a pencil fill his ass with lead
I can't f*ck with that damn hoe
Cause I know she talk to the fed
Uh-uh
I just want his mans
Now we gon' shoot, no we ain't playin
You know Jay ain't gon' like that
He gon' spin back like a fan
And we ridin' through his block
I don't need no help, I don't need no hand
And ion don't do no talking
I walk straight to him
And tell him What you saying
Aye on God, this shit right off the head
I can't wait to find his bed
Then we gon' fill his ass with lead
I pull up in Monte Carlo
For the times that I was broke
Plus, I don't f*ck with IG models
Think they feel their nose with dope
In plus this Drac, it come from Russia
It get cold, but grab your coat
In Plus, my bro had shot his bro
But he don't want nobody to know
Round round two deep
It's just me, Tendo
And we gon' up the score
Round round gettin' money
Hit the bank and fill my envelope
He be wolfin' like the grim' reaper
He ain't killed before
All our strikes, it came from real people
Y'all be easing' though
Tally, say he got the pills and weed
Well, that's the easiest score
They had slid and we had slid
But they ain't never even though
Me and twin up in that cut
We Tryna find out where they be
He drop the low so soon we see that nigga
Know we Finna creep
Hop out, hit him with this stick
I guarantee that he gon' bleed
I hop out, shoot him in his shit
You know I'm walkin' down on feet
Like, what you sayin'
I'm just sayin' shit up off the head
I just want that nigga dead
Swing that stick like special ed
Swing that stick, I want it dreads
Like a pencil fill his ass with lead
I can't f*ck with that damn hoe
Cause I know she talk to the fed
Uh-uh
I just want his mans
Now we gon' shoot, no we ain't playin
You know Jay ain't gon' like that
He gon' spin back like a fan
And we ridin' through his block
I don't need no help, I don't need no hand
And ion don't do no talking
I walk straight to him
And tell him What you saying
Whatchu Saying (feat. ThereGoMarcus) Video (MV)
Performed By: Dolo Jay
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Marcus Richardson, Jayden Mitchell
Dolo Jay - Whatchu Saying (feat. ThereGoMarcus) Lyrics
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I'm just sayin' shit up off the head
I just want that nigga dead
Swing that stick like special ed
Swing that stick, I want it dreads
Like a pencil fill his ass with lead
I can't f*ck with that damn hoe
Cause I know she talk to the fed
Uh-uh
I just want his mans
Now we gon' shoot, no we ain't playin
You know Jay ain't gon' like that
He gon' spin back like a fan
And we ridin' through his block
I don't need no help, I don't need no hand
And ion don't do no talking
I walk straight to him
And tell him What you saying
Aye on God, this shit right off the head
I can't wait to find his bed
Then we gon' fill his ass with lead
I pull up in Monte Carlo
For the times that I was broke
Plus, I don't f*ck with IG models
Think they feel their nose with dope
In plus this Drac, it come from Russia
It get cold, but grab your coat
In Plus, my bro had shot his bro
But he don't want nobody to know
Round round two deep
It's just me, Tendo
And we gon' up the score
Round round gettin' money
Hit the bank and fill my envelope
He be wolfin' like the grim' reaper
He ain't killed before
All our strikes, it came from real people
Y'all be easing' though
Tally, say he got the pills and weed
Well, that's the easiest score
They had slid and we had slid
But they ain't never even though
Me and twin up in that cut
We Tryna find out where they be
He drop the low so soon we see that nigga
Know we Finna creep
Hop out, hit him with this stick
I guarantee that he gon' bleed
I hop out, shoot him in his shit
You know I'm walkin' down on feet
Like, what you sayin'
I'm just sayin' shit up off the head
I just want that nigga dead
Swing that stick like special ed
Swing that stick, I want it dreads
Like a pencil fill his ass with lead
I can't f*ck with that damn hoe
Cause I know she talk to the fed
Uh-uh
I just want his mans
Now we gon' shoot, no we ain't playin
You know Jay ain't gon' like that
He gon' spin back like a fan
And we ridin' through his block
I don't need no help, I don't need no hand
And ion don't do no talking
I walk straight to him
And tell him What you saying
I just want that nigga dead
Swing that stick like special ed
Swing that stick, I want it dreads
Like a pencil fill his ass with lead
I can't f*ck with that damn hoe
Cause I know she talk to the fed
Uh-uh
I just want his mans
Now we gon' shoot, no we ain't playin
You know Jay ain't gon' like that
He gon' spin back like a fan
And we ridin' through his block
I don't need no help, I don't need no hand
And ion don't do no talking
I walk straight to him
And tell him What you saying
Aye on God, this shit right off the head
I can't wait to find his bed
Then we gon' fill his ass with lead
I pull up in Monte Carlo
For the times that I was broke
Plus, I don't f*ck with IG models
Think they feel their nose with dope
In plus this Drac, it come from Russia
It get cold, but grab your coat
In Plus, my bro had shot his bro
But he don't want nobody to know
Round round two deep
It's just me, Tendo
And we gon' up the score
Round round gettin' money
Hit the bank and fill my envelope
He be wolfin' like the grim' reaper
He ain't killed before
All our strikes, it came from real people
Y'all be easing' though
Tally, say he got the pills and weed
Well, that's the easiest score
They had slid and we had slid
But they ain't never even though
Me and twin up in that cut
We Tryna find out where they be
He drop the low so soon we see that nigga
Know we Finna creep
Hop out, hit him with this stick
I guarantee that he gon' bleed
I hop out, shoot him in his shit
You know I'm walkin' down on feet
Like, what you sayin'
I'm just sayin' shit up off the head
I just want that nigga dead
Swing that stick like special ed
Swing that stick, I want it dreads
Like a pencil fill his ass with lead
I can't f*ck with that damn hoe
Cause I know she talk to the fed
Uh-uh
I just want his mans
Now we gon' shoot, no we ain't playin
You know Jay ain't gon' like that
He gon' spin back like a fan
And we ridin' through his block
I don't need no help, I don't need no hand
And ion don't do no talking
I walk straight to him
And tell him What you saying
Writer: Marcus Richardson, Jayden Mitchell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid