What's It Gonna Be feat. Lil' Head

歌詞

(*talking*) That's right, Fat Rat with the cheese We pimping on this one, come on (Hook: Lil' Head) Girl, what's it gonna be Cause you messing, with a real life playa That's getting them G's And I ain't got time for games Or won't balling, just for mayn Is you cutting, is you fucking Lil' Mama, is you coming with me Baby, tell me what it's gonna be (Lil' O) Look, I don't play no games Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names I saw you peeping me, hopping out the Range Ro' thang With my piece glistening, like a rainbow cane But anyways I'm Lil' O, the Fat Rat with the cheese From H-Town Clutch City, Southside of the tree You can hop up in the truck, or we can slide in my V I'll let my dog drive it, that was him following me But I just leave him the Range, and we can hop in the Benz On one condition, you gotta let me hop in them skins Cause your ass look like, it could possibly win The big butt competition, at the Holiday Inn She started to grin, laugh said boy you wild Is them alligator shoes, or is them crocodile I told her mama come chill, post up for a while At the hotel suite, we can smoke for a while, so come on (Hook) (Lil' O) She said it's real, I'm loving your game In fact I saw you in Miami, on Memorial Day You was deep with them Houston boys, hogging the lane And ever since that moment, you been all in my brain I told her yeah that's how we do it, when we step out of town So we can break a nigga neck, if he step out of bounds But that ain't what we about, all that plexing with clowns We'd rather ball get some broads, and get to sexing em down But look here, not to sound like I'm some head honcho But this club too packed, let's burn off pronto Look Pocahontus, let me be your Tonto That's when her friends, really jumped in my Convo (don't leave with him girl), why y'all wanna stop us Don't listen to them hoes, boo they baller blockers I just wanna kiss you, on your awesome knockers And trust me, O's sex is off the rockers (Hook) (Lil' O) She told her friends, look at his watch Cause the back of his Benz, say six o'clock And she knew that I could dress, cause my 'fit was hot I had the Burberry shirt, with the matching shorts Then she said she ain't get it, since her man been locked up And said she wanna playa, that can tear some cot up Spank her all rough, have her ass all popped up No strings attached, when we done just hop up I said well I'm the one boo, I'm no impostor You dealing with a certified, Braeswood mobster I can fill your body up, with steak and lobster Or take you on a lake, for crab cake and pasta No fake on this offer, you'd be silly Cause I'm a Down South balla, that can fuck you silly Then blow dro with you mama, bust the philly Now stop playing games, baby what's the deally (Hook) (*talking*) Baby what's up, you gon leave or what (baby tell me what it's gonna be) Man don't listen to your friends man, they hating Let's do this, (baby tell me what it's gonna be) Come on, I'm fin to give the valet my ticket Right now, we fin to pull up right now (baby tell me what it's gonna be) I got the dro already baby, let's go to the suite for real (baby tell me what it's gonna be), come on