What I Got

[Chorus: guardin]
Swear to god, bitch, you want what I got, ayy
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap, ayy
Fuck the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah
Swear to god, bitch, you want what I got, ayy
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap, ayy
Fuck the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah

[Verse 1: guardin]
You ain't seen the type of shit that I can do
Catch a fucking body, roll a blunt or maybe two
I can take you to my island where we'll kick it 'til it's noon
Maybe smoke some marijuana, if you wanna, I'll come through, ayy
Bumpin' Cordeh, I'm feelin' okay
Smoking an eighth, I'm fadin' away
You wanna play, so come on, let's play
Oozy on oozy, yo' bitch, my Jacuzzi, I hit it all day
This shit ain't no fuckin' game
Frankly, I don't fuck with all of y'all lames
Hittin' me up almost every day
You can't get a verse so just get out my way
Stay in your lane if you know what is best
Huskai and guardin been fuckin' your ex
Why is every rapper obsessed with sex?
This is simply a test
This is me rantin' and ravin' 'til these words start pavin'
I'm tryin' to make it okay (Okay)
So fuck all the bullshit, you know that I'm on it
I'm doing this every day
I'm tryna be honest but these kids don't want it
They just want a beat and some flames
So turn it up louder, start snortin' your powder
And repeat the words that I say, ayy

[Chorus: guardin]
Swear to god, bitch, you want what I got, ayy
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap, ayy
Fuck the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah
Swear to god, bitch, you want what I got, ayy
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap, ayy
Fuck the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah

[Verse 2: Huskai]
I've been tryna ball, I've been tryna ball
Waiting for shawty to call, waiting for shawty to call, yeah
Finesse from the mall, all this money that I saw
I'm just tryna get so rich, please, shawty, you come along, yeah
Tag team, tag teaming yo' bitch
I'm with my bro Nicholas and we fuckin' on yo' bitch, yeah
We was takin' turns in the motherfuckin' condo
I didn't even use a motherfuckin' condom
Yeah, I'm fuckin' 'round with you, I'm fuckin' 'round with you
We didn't really do that, yeah
I was in the whip and I'm sittin' in the back
With yo' bitch under the blankets but that head is feelin' wack
Baby, we was never meant for each other
I'm so sorry, I don't love you, I love your mother
Never liked your head but I loved hers
Can't remember it because I had a drunk blur

[Chorus: guardin]
Swear to god, bitch, you want what I got, ayy
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap, ayy
Fuck the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah
Swear to god, bitch, you want what I got, ayy
Rollin' up, smokin' pot, stackin' guap, ayy
Fuck the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah