Lyrics Said What I Said - Dave East , Doe Boy

Yeah, yeah (uh)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Doe, Doe Beezy, my nigga)
Fuck what you sayin'
I said what I said (you know what the fuck goin' on)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (it's up)
My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hiding the camera
I took a flight to Atlanta
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech)
I'll get you hit from a text, you pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I'll never hide from a threat
I'm smiling at cameras
An opp died, got us dancing (yeah)
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (yeah)
No more Xans, I was scrambling (yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (dead men)
You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
Could've leased it, I copped it instead (let's go)
I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (my nigga)
Shit got me asking why
I come from the trenches where you either live or you die
That's why we get high (let's go)
Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time
Fuck them bitches, go grind
I really came up from a nick to a dime
No more gettin' in line (Doe Beezy)
Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line
Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron
Say that it's smoke
My niggas gon' pull up, they shootin', ain't wasting no time, uh
Pull out this pole like should I just rob him
Or shoot him? Can't make up my mind (let's go)
When I'm in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron
I'm probably somewhere walking in a
Fashion show out in Milan
If you gon' say Pablo, you gotta say Don (let's go)
I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped with a bomb (boom)
I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped
With a bomb, let's go, yeah (boom, boom, boom)
Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm
Don't touch him, you know that he armed, uh (let's go)
I'm really a demon, bitch, I ain't no angel
You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (let's go)
Niggas be faking, these niggas ain't gangster
Bitch, who is that rapping that song? Uh (pussy)
All on the 'Gram, he say he outside
But probably at home with his mom, huh (oh, really?)
I'm sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (fuck 'em, yeah)
Phone calls, they keep trying to replay (yeah)
All this evidence I'm trying to erase
He gon' rat, you can look in his face
He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (no)
He'll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (let's go, gang)
He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (nothin' to make)
He got somethin' to prove
You got somethin' to take, let's go (let's go)
Geeked off a Xan', I can't fuck on that bitch
I just hope the lil' ho giving head (Doe Beezy)
Go to the hood, post up with my cousin
He Crippin', but still pour up red (let's go, gang)
Niggas be talkin'
Runnin' they mouth until they get shot in the head (boom)
Call up my youngin
He run in your house and leave you
Shot dead in the bed, yeah (oh, really?)
I can't get knocked by the feds (no)
I'm fucking her good, she shakin' and boppin' her legs
Addicted to Percs, was poppin' them meds
Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (skrrt)
Why bring a knife to the fight? This chopper'll put him to bed
You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga
That's not what I said, I just got the head
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)
Ain't scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (fool)
Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh
Wake up and sent a hit just 'cause I can (fool)
You push me, you dyin'
Ain't gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah)
My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hiding the camera
I took a flight to Atlanta
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (yeah, yeah)
I'll get you hit from a text, you pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I'll never hide from a threat
I'm smiling at cameras (let's go)
An opp died, got us dancing (yeah)
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (yeah)
No more Xans, I was scrambling (yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (dead men)
You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
Could've leased it, I copped it instead (let's go)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)