What Can You Say lyrics

[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Say  I ain’t lying, ayy, b*tch I done found a love for you in my heart
It  ain’t stronger then my brother’s though
But when it comes to this b*tch, we gon' go hard every time
On my soul

[Chorus]
What  can you say about a n*gga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put  it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let  my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin'

[Verse 1]
You can’t comprehend my words, but these bullets, bet he catch it
I  just gave my girl my charm and put diamonds in my Patty
Had to take it, b*tch it’s dumb, ain’t nobody f*ckin' let me
Still thuggin' bare arms I’m eighteen and a felon
Brand new whip with racing seats, I hop up in it, I’ma rev it
It ain’t hard for you to see, a Nawfside Baby, I’ma rep it
Remember when I was eleven, I was waiting on my time
Doing drugs like an addict, but was strong on my grind
Juvenile in the Parish, I was walkin' on that line
Feignin' for it, I gotta have it
'Bout time these b*tches see me shine
[Chorus]
What can you say about a n*gga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin'

[Verse 2]
Young n*gga really slump sh*t, bet you ain’t who you run with
Straight up out that pool pit, ever seen that drum hit?
Man, ain’t gon' stop him, that slum sh*t
That choppa, that bitty bum sh*t
That end zone, they catch him, they punt sh*t
Real hitta, you know who I run with
All well, I’m paying my homage
People, they wishin' they hung me
What do you think about bum sh*t?
These n*ggas ain’t focused on money
Got a stick in the car, hold a hunnit
Up it and shoot where yo' dome at
Think my n*gga tryna snake me
I sent a hunnit bands right where yo' home at
Long hair, but I comb it, obviously, you not my homie
Damn, I know that it’s right but I feel like it’s wrong, yeah
[Chorus]
What can you say about a n*gga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin (Nah)
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin' (Ridin', steppin', yeah, yeah)