DWHB - What We Got To Say lyrics

[Hook] If you think that You know a goddamn thing About what we got to say Motherf**er you're wrong If you think that You know a goddamn thing About what we got to say You couldn't be more wrong [Verse 1: Travis] I'm just a wrapper, don't want you to see what's underneath That's why I talk about food, f**ing girls, and sometimes weed And I don't even smoke; sorry the illusion is shattered But if you're feeling this sh**, then it shouldn't even matter Rappers make songs about dro and songs about hoes "Lumbo Gold" and "Bumpin' Crotches" were songs about those It may not all be true but you seem to like it And writing about it is easy, just like riding a bike is You know, f** being serious; I need to roll up some Lumbo Best in the west, make my sh** go jumbo Drink some Black Gold and down a slice of this cake About to be so far gone, just start calling me Drake I got this lust for life, but I got more for this girl That I'm gonna f** all night and give a necklace of pearl Cat got my tongue? Nah, my tongue is on that p**y f**ed up and getting laid, that's the way that it should be [Hook] [Verse 2: Andrew] Born of shadow and flame, chasing after the game Cold sweats and shivers: how you react to my name Balrog stomp make your balls rock off f** them other rappers, man, they're all knock-offs Counterfeit goods masquerading as real Those motherf**ers don't create, they steal They copy, they trace, they don't paint their own They've got a new joint? Well that sh** ain't their own f** everybody who don't try something new You want something original? They don't know what to do They heard some sh** last week, maybe last year "Hey, make a track just like this sh** right here!" Yeah just go ahead and do what's been done But do it without me, cause it's been fun I'll leave you stuck in your failing ways But I'm heading out cause I've got trail to blaze [Hook] [Verse 3: Dean] Who do you know what is fresher than this guy? Lyrically slicker than my dick on lips before I bust in her left eye Bringing the f**ing heat on a real swamp-a** beat Shooting lots of skeet on little pretty b**hes' feet Yeah your boy nasty, show me where the cats be Throwing crazy parties like I'm the Great Gatsby I do things different than all these dudes looking ashy Like, hey babe come here and show me them a** cheeks See when you're a G like me, you can be forward Cause when I sleep with a girl, she try and record it When I'm done I hop up and say I gotta record A new track with the Boiz; besides, I'm already bored I'm changing the game, making sure it don't stay the same Yeah we're bringing the pain, putting all y'all to shame Putting flame on dope tracks, like you can't do dummy Dee Dubz HB and free money, quit acting funny