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What's That? (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas
Composed by：Gary Lucas
Produced by：Leo Son/UNKWN/ADHD Productions
Can't catch me when I'm too damn fast
Skrr ayy you can't last
Worked too hard just to turn back now
If they don't like me that's too damn bad
***** don't touch what you can't have
Yeah you can't have
Just 'cause I **** don't mean she mine
I tossed that ***** with a two-hand pass
I just tied up Khaled now I got the keys
Straight from the block I hop out the P's
Joyner got niggas that'll hop out and squeeze
Leave a nigga jumpin' out his Dada Supremes
I gotta breath
I don't get enough credit ***** shout out to me
Snitch a*s ***** just brought out the D's
Wu-Tang **** I brought out the Bees
Ayy worked too hard to go back to the days
Where I made just a minimum wage what's that
I need head three times a day
If not we ain't on the same page what's that
Google ******* up my net worth
Say I got two three M's to my name what's that
Nigga I done made at least twenty M's *****
Better fix that **** I'm paid what's that
This a flex this ain't a pissin' test
**** the disrespect I gotta interject
I gotta lift the weight tell all my bench to press
My life been the **** you niggas been depressed
You either misdirected or you incorrect
I got a Smith & Wesson let it rip your flesh
And let it split your neck until you missing sections
I'm an evil curse inside a bigger blessing nigga ayy
I don't wanna be in no relationship
I don't need no one playing with my head what's that
I made too much money last year
Uncle Sam took half of my bread what's that
I know you really want the 'Rari
But you had to settle for the 'Vette instead what's that
Lil ***** stuck in my web what's that
Doc said I'm off of my meds what's that
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I don't even smoke nigga and I'm-
I feel like smoking today
Ayy back in the days I was nickel and dimin'
They want my soul but won't give me a diamond
I want it all I'ma dig in your pockets
She wanna **** me to get in my wallet
Woah
My rims are clean they be sitting in comet
I'm 'bout to count all my commas in private
Our bank account ain't got nothin' in common nigga
Look
And your common sense don't make cents with my commas
If you got no sense on no commas don't comment
***** I'm so wavy I live on a island
Nah scratch that I'm floatin' on stars and eatin' some ramen
I'm not from this world I got houses on comets I promise
Yeah I been trappin' out the ************* hallway
Niggas ain't learn now they gotta learn the hard way
Empty my clip like John Wayne
Niggas wanna play they must think it's a broadway
Oh you want beef
That's okay
***** it's a wrap that's word to Chipotle
Lock **** down like probate
In your ***** mouth that's word to Colgate
I kept the nine up in my momma crib
Was sellin' nickels and dimes then the Klonopins
I had the juice on my mind thought I was Radames
I kept some niggas in line they knew what time it is
I gotta go back to the times when I was packagin'
Tryin' to get out the back of the projects where my auntie live
Up in the trap or apartments couldn't sit back and recline
'Cause up in the back of my mind
I knew it was a matter of time before I die
Cyborg
Niggas wonder why I got a different color eye for
My Lord
Terminator Lucas knock a nigga off his high horse
Sky born
I'm the type of nigga that honest *******'ll lie for
I'm the type of nigga that all you *******'ll die for
I'm the type of d**g that a sober *****'ll get high for
I don't wanna be in no relationship
I don't need no one playing with my head what's that
I made too much money last year
Uncle Sam took half of my bread what's that
I know you really want the 'Rari
But you had to settle for the 'Vette instead what's that
Lil ***** stuck in my web what's that
Doc said I'm off of my meds what's that
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la laa-
Because when I got back and I found out that he'd stolen-
Lies have gotten all of us into so much trouble
