Watch What You Say lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
n*ggas talkin' 'bout they the— what?
I hate n*ggas like you
Drank God
Drakey gang, n*gga
(David Wesson)
Know we on that, yeah, what?

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Ugh, this that robbin' season, n*gga (Yeah)
Take a n*gga plate like he tired of eatin', ugh (b*tch)
These pus*y n*ggas vegan, they tired of beefin', yeah (n*ggas hoes)
Put that mask on, b*tch, I'm Halloweenin', n*gga (Ugh)
I just left the O, 'bout to stack that sh*t, yeah (The O)
b*tch, I been that n*gga, better ask your b*tch, yeah (Better ask your b*tch)
Richest in the city, got a bag, I'm Crip (Crip)
Oh, he wanna be ghost? I'll grant your wish, n*gga (Hah)
Came rose prezi', I had every watch, n*gga
Hundred in that Drac', you could get every shot, ayy
Bust it out the wrapper, it's already rock
The chopper knock him out the park, b*tch, I'm Larry Cox (Woo)
All this ice, I feel like Gucci in 2006 (For real)
n*gga, I been gettin' money since 2006 (For real)
Me and gang just robbed the plug for two thousand bricks
A hundred thousand in my pocket, that's a pile of sh*t, ugh
[Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
Got a chip on my shoulder, it's f*ck everybody
Better watch what you say, I'd hate to catch a body
Should I do the 550 or just do the Masi'?
Got a chip on my shoulder, feel like John Gotti
You know we been full around this b*tch
Motherf*cker, you know ain't sh*t changed
A n*gga gon' hate on a n*gga
When he see you in that coupe on thangs

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
n*ggas sayin' that they gang, we already that (Yeah)
No, I don't fight hoes, you get your baby daddy whacked
They just tryna run it up, b*tch, we already slappin' (We already slappin')
They just jumpin' off the porch and we already active (We already active)
Most them n*ggas in my city make the same music (Yeah)
This for the robbers and the shooters, I make gang music (I make gang music)
The type of sh*t you cook a brick and make a stain to it (Make a stain to it)
The type of sh*t you crash out and blow a brain to it (b*tch)
f*ck the show, I jump on stage with my hoodie on (My hoodie on)
Grab that fenty', grab that dog, get my boogie on (Skrrt)
b*tch, I was on my money phone before they put me on (Hello?)
f*ck it, we done robbed the plug 'cause he ain't put me on (Hah)
I got a chip on my shoulder, it's f*ck everybody (f*ck 'em)
I'll catch an attitude and wet everybody (For real)
I was sellin' lean when Jay had that Larry house (Jay)
Hit a lick for fifty 'bows at the Marriott, ugh
[Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
Got a chip on my shoulder, it's f*ck everybody
Better watch what you say, I'd hate to catch a body
Should I do the 550 or just do the Masi'?
Got a chip on my shoulder, feel like John Gotti
You know we been full around this b*tch
Motherf*cker, you know ain't sh*t changed
A n*gga gon' hate on a n*gga
When he see you in that coupe on thangs