He Sayin lyrics

[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 n*ggas 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 I feel like I’m Gates (yeh)
Big ass house on a hill with a gate
Give a f*ck if they sisters or not know I’m f*ckin' 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 di*k boy the b*tch stay horny
Walk on the stage, wrist performin'
Still up 6 in the morning
b*tch all on my di*k, back back b*tch 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
b*tch I ball like a athlete actually
If you not wit them kinfolk then start keeping tabs with me
How the f*ck you think I got my name
10 years old kickin’ doors catchin' stains
Fresh whip came with the interior wood grain
Lil b*tch lost my soul out this sh*t, 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, f*ck a fifty
Rocks steady sittin’ on my chains and my earrings
They blinging got millions inside of my rings
Jackets and bands, your sh*t very teeny
My n*gga 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 sh*t 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 f*ck your whole throat just for lil Domo
Uh come on, yeah
b*tch, lil b*tch
They know we havin’ this sh*t, they know we havin’ this sh*t