Say What? - Guilty Simpson

Say what i will molly whop you hip hop smoking at my pit stinking through the

ziploc

Baggy black maggie

They love me when my shit drops when my cousin rama do in the cabby

And these four wheels you broke heels i got it lock like swimmer windows with

gold grills

On the block like trigger spitters and dope deals they getting it on the road

still

They don’t wanna see a child flourish they rather see them malnourished

Finally getting something and making another wild purchase

Fucked that my experience fits style perfect while worth it

Never crowd serving planted on the ground surface

These other rappers don’t concern me

Too busy being G my uncle told me be all i could be

So now Be everywhere repping for the D

You better have cheddar no fuck around with me if you going anywhere you drop

it down a fee believe that

I will haymaker yo play makers spray fakers out the window of a grey blazer

Puff that stuff that put you on cloud nine

You regulars please get out the loud line

You eyes don’t lie fresh pair of tims no tie

Damn still here somehow this doesn’t feel fair

I keep stealing air everytime i go outside

My heads on a swivel van say he had an issue he never lied

The whole hood petrified sly look in the devil’s eyes

So i cocked that steel and level guys

Till the devil rise we never hide so i got so they got me checking my weapon

Cause the disrespect in a second and we not the kind you terrorized and

terrified

And regret outside of yo net see you gotta respect you hear me hag leery

And experience first hand yo mens black feiry