Joyner Lucas - What's That? Lyrics

Can't catch me when I'm too damn fast
Skrr, ayy, you can't last
Worked too hard just to turn back now
If they don't like me, that's too damn bad
Bitch, don't touch what you can't have
Yeah, you can't have
Just 'cause I fuck, don't mean she mine
I tossed that bitch with a two-hand pass
I just tied up Khaled, now I got the keys
Straight from the block, I hop out the P's
Joyner got niggas that'll hop out and squeeze
Leave a nigga jumpin' out his Dada Supremes
I gotta breathw
I don't get enough credit, bitch, shout out to me
Snitch ass bitch just brought out the D's
Wu-Tang shit, I brought out the Bees
Ayy, worked too hard to go back to the days
Where I made just a minimum wage, what's that?
I need head three times a day
If not, we ain't on the same page, what's that?
Google fucking up my net worth
Say I got two, three M's to my name, what's that?
Nigga I done made at least twenty M's
Bitch, better fix that shit, I'm paid, what's that?
This a flex, this ain't a pissin' test
Fuck the disrespect, I gotta interject
I gotta lift the weight, tell all my bench to press
My life been the shit, you niggas been depressed
You either misdirected or you incorrect
I got a Smith & Wesson, let it rip your flesh
And let it split your neck until you missing sections
I'm an evil curse inside a bigger blessing, nigga, ayy

I don't wanna be in no relationship
I don't need no one playing with my head, what's that?
I made too much money last year
Uncle Sam took half of my bread, what's that?
I know you really want the 'Rari
But you had to settle for the 'Vette instead, what's that?
Lil bitch stuck in my web, what's that?
Doc said I'm off of my meds, what's that? Let's go

La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I don't even smoke, nigga and I'm
I feel like smoking today

Ayy, back in the days, I was nickel and dimin'
They want my soul, but won't give me a diamond
I want it all, I'ma dig in your pockets
She wanna fuck me to get in my wallet (whoa)
My rims are clean, they be sitting in comet
I'm 'bout to count all my commas in private
Our bank account ain't got nothin' in common, nigga (look)
And your common sense don't make cents with my commas
If you got no sense on no commas don't comment
Bitch, I'm so wavy, I live on a island
Nah, scratch that, I'm floatin' on stars and eatin' some ramen
I'm not from this world, I got houses on comets, I promise
Yeah, I been trappin' out the motherfuckin' hallway
Niggas ain't learn, now they gotta learn the hard way
Empty my clip like John Wayne
Niggas wanna play, they must think it's a broadway
Oh, you want beef? That's okay
Bitch, it's a wrap, that's word to Chipotle
Lock shit down like probate
In your bitch mouth, that's word to Colgate
I kept the nine up in my momma crib
Was sellin' nickels and dimes, then the Klonopins
I had the juice on my mind, thought I was Radames
I kept some niggas in line, they knew what time it is
I gotta go back to the times when I was packagin'
Tryin' to get out the back of the projects where my auntie live
Up in the trap or apartments, couldn't sit back and recline
'Cause up in the back of my mind I knew it was a matter of time before I die

Cyborg
Niggas wonder why I got a different color eye for
My Lord
Terminator Lucas knock a nigga off his high horse
Sky born
I'm the type of nigga that honest bitches'll lie for
I'm the type of nigga that all you bitches'll die for
I'm the type of drug that a sober bitch'll get high for

I don't wanna be in no relationship
I don't need no one playing with my head, what's that?
I made too much money last year
Uncle Sam took half of my bread, what's that?
I know you really want the 'Rari
But you had to settle for the 'Vette instead, what's that?
Lil bitch stuck in my web, what's that?
Doc said I'm off of my meds, what's that?

La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la

Because when I got back and I found out that he'd stolen
Lies have gotten all of us into so much trouble