Watch What You Say

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Niggas talkin' 'bout they the— what?
I hate niggas like you
Drank God
Drakey gang, nigga
(David Wesson)
Know we on that, yeah, what?

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Ugh, this that robbin' season, nigga (Yeah)
Take a nigga plate like he tired of eatin', ugh (Bitch)
These pussy niggas vegan, they tired of beefin', yeah (Niggas hoes)
Put that mask on, bitch, I'm Halloweenin', nigga (Ugh)
I just left the O, 'bout to stack that shit, yeah (The O)
Bitch, I been that nigga, better ask your bitch, yeah (Better ask your bitch)
Richest in the city, got a bag, I'm Crip (Crip)
Oh, he wanna be ghost? I'll grant your wish, nigga (Hah)
Came rose prezi', I had every watch, nigga
Hundred in that Drac', you could get every shot, ayy
Bust it out the wrapper, it's already rock
The chopper knock him out the park, bitch, I'm Larry Cox (Woo)
All this ice, I feel like Gucci in 2006 (For real)
Nigga, I been gettin' money since 2006 (For real)
Me and gang just robbed the plug for two thousand bricks
A hundred thousand in my pocket, that's a pile of shit, ugh

[Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
Got a chip on my shoulder, it's fuck everybody
Better watch what you say, I'd hate to catch a body
Should I do the 550 or just do the Masi'?
Got a chip on my shoulder, feel like John Gotti
You know we been full around this bitch
Motherfucker, you know ain't shit changed
A nigga gon' hate on a nigga
When he see you in that coupe on thangs

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Niggas sayin' that they gang, we already that (Yeah)
No, I don't fight hoes, you get your baby daddy whacked
They just tryna run it up, bitch, we already slappin' (We already slappin')
They just jumpin' off the porch and we already active (We already active)
Most them niggas in my city make the same music (Yeah)
This for the robbers and the shooters, I make gang music (I make gang music)
The type of shit you cook a brick and make a stain to it (Make a stain to it)
The type of shit you crash out and blow a brain to it (Bitch)
Fuck the show, I jump on stage with my hoodie on (My hoodie on)
Grab that fenty', grab that dog, get my boogie on (Skrrt)
Bitch, I was on my money phone before they put me on (Hello?)
Fuck it, we done robbed the plug 'cause he ain't put me on (Hah)
I got a chip on my shoulder, it's fuck everybody (Fuck 'em)
I'll catch an attitude and wet everybody (For real)
I was sellin' lean when Jay had that Larry house (Jay)
Hit a lick for fifty 'bows at the Marriott, ugh

[Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
Got a chip on my shoulder, it's fuck everybody
Better watch what you say, I'd hate to catch a body
Should I do the 550 or just do the Masi'?
Got a chip on my shoulder, feel like John Gotti
You know we been full around this bitch
Motherfucker, you know ain't shit changed
A nigga gon' hate on a nigga
When he see you in that coupe on thangs