He Sayin

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
I do not know what he sayin’, think he playin’
Drip head to toe, Louis V sign the brand
Park at the show get 'em passed to mans
Red bottoms look just like karate pants
Don, no I ain’t fearin' about no bands I didn’t come
Man holdin' weight just like tons
Wrist on my thumbs, geeked up by lunch
Stick with the drum think it’s sweet Cinnabon
Wet up the block like a sponge then run
Back to the safe house geeked up on hundreds
Youngins they under me spinnin' like laundry
These niggas streets is a jitt this ain’t enemy
Came a long way now a condo I stay
Pimp out your spot to go we don’t do cases
My lawyer, I do not cooperate
Free the whole gang out the world in them gates

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
(Iceberg)
Free the whole gang out the gate
Been stackin’ my bills up, feel like I’m Gates (yeh)
Big ass house on a hill with a gate
Give a fuck if they sisters or not know I’m fuckin' both, gay
Somebody die, gang they all on the TV
Straight from the mud but you might see me on TV
Back in the day kick a door for a TV
Takin' these RP’s
Stay with that KelTec like I’m in the army (strapped)
Let em play I’ll make it sing like a R&B
Fire your ass up with no warning
I woke up made a 10 this morning (cash)
She want dick boy the bitch stay horny
Walk on the stage, wrist performin'
Still up 6 in the morning
Bitch all on my dick, back back bitch chill
Hol up

[Verse 3: Lil Quill]
Why he talkin to me he ain’t got no cash for me
Search him? Nah, cause I got the strap on me
Bitch I ball like a athlete actually
If you not wit them kinfolk then start keeping tabs with me
How the fuck you think I got my name
10 years old kickin’ doors catchin' stains
Fresh whip came with the interior wood grain
Lil bitch lost my soul out this shit, it got took
I ain't lyin', I was dead broke wish they had seen me
Man look how they treat me think I turn to genie, deenie
Meeny miny moe, fuck your Fendi
Rocks steady sittin’ on my chains and my earrings
They blinging got millions inside of my rings
Jackets and bands, your shit very teeny
My nigga caught bodies man they on the TV
Lawyer paid up so them cases we beat 'em

[Verse 4: Yung Mal]
And we right back at it (yuh)
Talkin bout that money I’m having it
Sippin that mud I’m losing my balance (mud)
All on my block, eat up my drip
I got that shit by the gallon
I pull up on Candler
I got a CAT on my channel (CAT)
Chopper so big but I don’t need help I got handle
Good with the passin the 6
Big rock fire him up just like a candle (fire)
Double bag on him like Dolce Gabanna
Still in the hood and I got me some commas
Quill my brother we got the same momma
Long live plug, I do it for Domo
I fuck your whole throat just for lil Domo
Uh come on, yeah
Bitch, lil bitch
They know we havin’ this shit, they know we havin’ this shit