CORRECT LYRICS
What the f**k you sayin'? You know I ain’t playin'
n***a get outta line, I up this b*t*h and get to sprayin'
Never backin’ down my n***a I never ran
Sneak dissin', end up missin', I'm like "what the f**k you sayin'?"
What the f**k you sayin'? Do you got a problem?
What the f**k you sayin'? Play with me and Imma pop him
What the f**k you sayin'? Do you got a problem?
What the f**k you sayin’? Play with me and Imma pop him
f**k what he sayin’ tho, I ain't playin’ I need him over with
Might spend a band and spend again until he over with
You say you steppin' but you lying don't make me show a b*t*h
If it ain't real, then it ain’t me, i'm on my soldier sh*t
n***a hit at the truck and missed, lil b*t*h I'm bulletproof
Cleezy put fifty on that clique I need the whole group
Ain't stoppin' 'til a n***a dead and that sh*t on Kurent
Had anything to do with that, I'm gettin' a mill spent
Sneak dissin' me on songs like I don't pay attention
But he lyin' like he not be hidin', he don't be in the city
I'm everywhere you n***as not, that gang really wit it
That's my big son, he 'bout his business, he'll send 'em b*t*hes
Lyrics : WTF You Sayin
What the f**k you sayin'? You know I ain’t playin'
n***a get outta line, I up this b*t*h and get to sprayin'
Never backin’ down my n***a I never ran
Sneak dissin', end up missin', I'm like "what the f**k you sayin'?"
What the f**k you sayin'? Do you got a problem?
What the f**k you sayin'? Play with me and Imma pop him
What the f**k you sayin'? Do you got a problem?
What the f**k you sayin’? Play with me and Imma pop him
f**k what he sayin’ tho, I ain't playin’ I need him over with
Might spend a band and spend again until he over with
You say you steppin' but you lying don't make me show a b*t*h
If it ain't real, then it ain’t me, i'm on my soldier sh*t
n***a hit at the truck and missed, lil b*t*h I'm bulletproof
Cleezy put fifty on that clique I need the whole group
Ain't stoppin' 'til a n***a dead and that sh*t on Kurent
Had anything to do with that, I'm gettin' a mill spent
Sneak dissin' me on songs like I don't pay attention
But he lyin' like he not be hidin', he don't be in the city
I'm everywhere you n***as not, that gang really wit it
That's my big son, he 'bout his business, he'll send 'em b*t*hes
