Letra de F What You Heard - BAK Jay

(Feat. BloodHound Q50)

Your girl was fuckin' me first

Bitch, fucked me first

Ayy

Ayy, the bitch that you lovin' was lovin' me first (Lovin' me first)

Know that I'm him, don't care what you heard (What you heard)

Shut the fuck up 'fore you get on my nerves

I just dropped a ten, leave a opp on the curb (Opp on the curb)

Heard he a rat, I got that from a bird

Three five in the 'Wood, dead opps, I serve

Ain't about money, I never cared

He claim to be gangster, grew up suburban

Ho got ass, please, don't stop twerkin' (Don't stop twerkin')

Checks ain't good, can't buy you a Birkin (Buy you a Birkin)

I tell lil' bro "Grab the wheel 'cause I ain't tryna drive"

The Draco, the chop', I'm workin' (Baow, baow)

I'm tryna spin on the block, start lettin' off shots 'til they dumbass stop that lurkin'

All you heard was dumpin', hit a nigga for certain

Wanna hide in the house, finna shoot through the curtains

No, I ain't flexin', I like to come trim

Big brother reckless, he ain't one of them (Ain't one of them)

I tell my ho to get naked, she look like some bacon, eat it up, take off them Skims

Know it's two hunnid the dash, I be drivin' too fast, damn near fucked up my rim (Skrrt, skrrt)

He can talk on the net, in person, better not see him

We walk in the club, you better not ID him

Ho get on my nerves, she cannot be my BM

You gon' be surprised who all up in my DM's

Bro droppin' the five so you know I slide with three 'nem

Hop out with them chops, hit him all in his limbs

All blue hunnids, real rubberbands

I don't fuck with niggas not part of that clan (Not part of that clan)

Took your ho home, she startin' takin' pics, like damn, I'm really fuckin' a fan (Fan)

He can't come in, I don't know that nigga (Know that nigga)

Make a wrong move, I'ma blow that nigga (Blrrdt)

I like the switch on the back of the Glock, why? All I gotta do is tap that trigger (Tap, tap)

Man, these broke ass opps ain't got no money, they lyin'

Shit, I already figured (Already figured)

When I bail out the V, I don't stop shootin', bro tellin' me to chill 'cause I already killed 'em (Already killed 'em)

I really know me a ho and he ain't diss for a livin'

We walk in the spot, guns out, no slippin' (Guns out)

Just start shootin' if I get that feelin'

Don't play with me, boy, you can call me a winner (Go)

Smokin' on (Shh), he got hit in his head (Go)

Fellas keep askin' for money, don't beg (Long live my brother, he prolly killed your bitch-ass brother)

Got a free bitch, like to open her legs

Tryna knock out his top, leave his ass with no dreads

Give no fuck who you is, want smoke, come puff

Fuck Risky Road, HawkEm got his shit bust

Me, Jeff, Swerv and Quis make niggas clique up

She know I killed her baby daddy and she still let me fuck

Q50 the jeweler, if I want it, it's took

Niggas see me in public, don't do shit but look

Fifteen-five, what I want for the book

Tay and Derm arguin' 'bout who the best cook

Five hunnid the zip, if you want it raw not cut

Go, only tote Glock clips, don't want a KRISS Vec'

7.62s fucked up Leal chest

VI like "Damn, they ain't slide for me yet?"

He was thinkin' with his dick, that's how he got caught

Forever smoke a Leal, why the fuck he ain't walk?

Ain't never caught a body, all he wanna do is talk

Ayy, the bitch that you lovin' was lovin' me first (Lovin' me first)

Know that I'm him, don't care what you heard (What you heard)

Shut the fuck up 'fore you get on my nerves

I just dropped a ten, leave a opp on the curb (Opp on the curb)

Heard he a rat, I got that from a bird

Three five in the 'Wood, dead opps, I serve

Ain't about money, I never cared

He claim to be gangster, grew up suburban

Ho got ass, please, don't stop twerkin' (Don't stop twerkin')

Checks ain't good, can't buy you a Birkin (Buy you a Birkin)

I tell lil' bro "Grab the wheel 'cause I ain't tryna drive"

The Draco, the chop', I'm workin' (Baow, baow)

I'm tryna spin on the block, start lettin' off shots 'til they dumbass stop that lurkin'

All you heard was dumpin', hit a nigga for certain

Wanna hide in the house, finna shoot through the curtains (Uh)

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