Like Whaaat Lyrics - Bad Lucc

Who dat, talking bout, who dat 

Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black 

Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb 

Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard 

The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time 

Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying 

See them and be like huh, nigga, what? 

Huh, give a fuck like whaaat 

Blow my weed, smash the gas 

Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way different 

Through these thousand dollars frames 

Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain 

Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, 

Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga 

Floating through the city like I'm on a raft nigga 

Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass nigga 

Like what that shit do 

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Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky 

Banging my gang like ooh 

Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that 

Cause we gonna be like, 

Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) 

Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) 

Your money funny you a clown 

The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down 

It depends on how much of that shit I just had 

Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag 

Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's jabs 

Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab 

Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair 

When I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?" 

Hol' up, word to Master P and Young Bleed 

I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li 

'Cause I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B 

Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing 

Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now 

P burnin', no Syphilis, 

Strap it up, you murder the pussy 

Real beef you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me? 

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Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky 

Banging my gang like ooh 

Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that 

Cause we gonna be like, 

Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) 

Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) 

Who dat, I bet your lady knew that 

She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that 

Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that 

Down ass Raider hunned sixes is where we grew that 

See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill 

Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill 

I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on stock 

I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top 

Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding, 

My bitches red as highness throw back on them Yokohamas 

I'ma slam the scraper, you touch the paper it's go, 

We out here grindin' fo sho 

These hoes thinking it's snow 

I get it goin' my nig', I blow the horn as she ready 

Disrespectful nigga please, I'm the one with the fetty 

I'm going out with a bang, it's lane on the chain 

I just show 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.