When I $aid That? Lyrics

Energy, what you on foe

(What's the word gang)

I'm gon' put you on?

When I said that

Dogs don't go to heaven, me and mine in a Hellcat

Niggas sent a diss, like a turtle, we sent shells back

I got so much hustle, I'd be rich if I could sell that

I been locked in for some years, I'm in my jail bag

If I put in the work, It ain't shit that I can fail at

Niggas changed like Daylight Savings so I had fell back

Fuck a job application, I only like the Zelle app

If your nigga knew what you was doing you'd get yelled at

He pissed that I hit his lady first with her Michelle ass

Cuddy flying 'round with a stick, like he got spells cast

In the studio playing leaks, and I smell gas

When you broke, she gon' size you up and then yell pass

I don't give a fuck, when it was me nobody felt bad

She like what's these numbers on your phone? Said I sell crack

Like I failed parole, told that bitch give me my cell back

She like "What you on?" and I text her back the cash signal

Meek flash his gun in the air like the bat signal

Baddie said she got a job for me, that's irrational

I don't want the openings you got unless it's vaginal

JT got me fried, got us moving like some animals

Me and twin trippin, Zack and Cody off the Danimals

Pull up and she eat me guess I'm linking with a ahhhh

Pull up and she eat me guess I'm linking with a cannibal

Necklace full of VVs, when she see me,

Hold on slow it down

She ain't wanna fuck me, now I'm lit, I bet she going now

When ma was young, she ain't have a penny, so I know she proud

My girl never wait for the paper cause she hold me down

Don't call me your bro, if we ain't blood, I'm a only child

My ex bitch wanna reconcile cause she lonely now

I ain't tryna hit my Ex's box I'm with Sony now

I like the brown thick shit, you more my homie style

Damnnn I sent the hoe to Trimm

Nigga asking me to lend a hand, but I don't got a limb

Cuddy came up in the jungle, and I ain't talking gym

He really put his life on the line like he playing Sims

Bro ain't never dunked, sent him to God, now he above the rim

Ma don't want her son around us like Tariq and Slim

I know I'm finna get that one dodge, I'm just seeing when

I'm finna drop bands on a cat, I might be a simp

All the niggas around you is bitches, you might be a pimp

You grab Banana clip and get antsy, you might be a chimp

Yo life story wrote by Jeff Kinney, Yo ass a wimp

I sent last year's opps up with the New Year's Blimp

Making bad decisions, but with fashion, I got some sense

Water on me like a fish bowl but my whip got tints

Niggas told me that I was gone fold, you got me bent

You broke, I was broke, had to change the tense