Tre Youngsta - what is u saying (feat. Domi!) Lyrics

Why does she think that I need her
Smell like shit she know she be queefing
Smell like shit she know she a queen
Bad little bitch know she gotta stay clean
F*ck is you saying yeah bitch yeah I don't know
What is you mean yeah buying you shit for my shows
I wanna dance feel like the shit I been on
Whats in my pants
Worry about whats in my strong
Bring little bitch in the Benz in the four by four
Okay
Thinking about kids and we driving by home by home
Okay
I miss what we had
What is we doing
Its making me sad
In the field I pursue it
I ran out of bitches know what i'm saying I put a lil chain on you
Niggas show em how we do it moving them hips like Shakira
I'm already mad
Seen your lil post on the gram
No lil bitch you know we ain't friends know lil bitch i'm just tryna be your man
F*ck is you saying
Oh you don't know
The f*ck do you mean
Roll that bitch up like a condom
Nigga know that I been running
Look at my past you can tell I been running
Look at the money ain't shit to me funny
Look at the money ain't shit to me funny
Baby
Yeah I don't know
Yeah bitch I don't know
We could be gone
Worried about shit in my cup

Like what is you saying to me
Looking at my phone bitch like how is you playing with me
You running them games and I can't even do it
Know you f*ck with the motion I know that you f*ck with the movement
How you wanna pick a lane
How you wanna switch a side
Yall really making bread
Look me in my f*cking eyes
I don't even want the head
Lil bitch go and close your legs
If I pull up with the glock and them niggas talk imma leave them dead
Yeah
Baby just come here
Baby just come and top me off work and make bread bitch just like a boss
If your a broke bitch imma tell that ho get lost
Your shawty bad and yeah i'm telling her
Telling her to slide through
I'm telling her to come
Like what is you saying to me
Looking at my phone bitch like how is you playing with me
You running them games and I can't even do it
Know you f*ck with the motion I know that you f*ck with the movement
How you wanna pick a lane
How you wanna switch a side
Yall really making bread
Look me in my f*cking eyes
I don't even want the head
Lil bitch go and close your legs
If I pull up with the glock and them niggas talk imma leave them dead