What It Was lyrics

[Chorus]
Ten O’clock out lookin' for opps
They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em
Glock got switchy with a fifty
He got caught, boy what is you runnin' for?
Foenem got two sticks, they play them b*tches more than a drummer
When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama
Big ass guns like we Osama

[Verse 1]
Shaq had lost his mama, that sh*t crazy
Damn we tired of drama
I keep popping percs, can’t feel my head
Damn I’m tired of trauma
We was on they ass for the whole week, better yet, the whole summer
Now labels love to write checks with commas
Still, I hate the b*tch, wish I wore a condom
Ain’t got my sh*t togеther I’m just being honest
Chasing aftеr coins like that n*gga Sonic
He ain’t did a drill, watch the n*gga vomit
n*ggas ain’t real, feel it in my stomach
I be telling the truth stop me when I’m frontin'
She only love me when I’m in her stomach
Name a hoe who real, man these b*tches nothin'
I can never cuff ‘em I just wanna f*ck ‘em
[Chorus]
Ten O’clock out lookin' for opps
They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em
Glock got switchy with a fifty
He got caught, boy what is you runnin' for?
Foenem got two sticks, they play them b*tches more than a drummer
When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama
Big ass guns like we Osama

[Verse 2]
Two opps got caught that’s two-nothing
Lost my dog so it’s a red summer
Fall for anything, stand for nothing
Got my gun in public I’ll bust it
I shoot first, ain’t with the clutching
Stay in the crib, ain’t with the clubbing
Pop on the block, I’m with the thugs then
Lost my bro, I need a hug then
Love my bro, go up, you touch him
We kill sh*t, ain’t with the fussing
Wipe some baby ass in public
I been chasing after money
b*tch I got that sack, no fumbling
He don’t talk loud, he be mumbling
He don’t shoot guns, he be running
Get back gang, you know we coming
Neck on froze, you know I’m stunting
Plus I got some blue hundreds
Got a gun ain’t shoot nothing
I’m the type to buy your boo something
Say we into it, n*gga do something
He too tough, better loose up
They can’t wait for me to screw up
Still a bad boy but grew up
[Chorus]
Ten O’clock out looking for opps
They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em
Glock got switchy with a fifty
He got caught, boy what is you runnin' for?
Foenem got two sticks, they play them b*tches more than a drummer
When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama
Big ass guns like we Osama
Ten O’clock out lookin' for opps
They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em
Glock got switchy with a fifty
He got caught, boy what is you running for?
Foenem got two sticks, they play them b*tches more than a drummer
When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama
Big ass guns like we Osama