TQ - Make 'Em Say Lyrics

Aye
Uh
YGG shit
(Nigga if it ain't MAG it ain't work fuck nigga)
MAG send them beats by the pound
I just smoke out them
I hear niggas sneak dissing my name like I don't know 'bout it
Different type of nigga if it's beef we make some dough out it
I hop in the whip just press a button that bitch robotic
Like skrt peel off hmm
Headed to yo' bitch crib
Real trap nigga I send them P's to where yo' bitch live
Brodie on a bike he popping wheelies like a big kid
But don't think this shit sweet
You see that Fendi that's where the stick is
Addicted to that chicken I wake up I hear bawk bawk
Nigga play with anything of mine he meet that Glock Glock
Bad bitch to my left when I say so she give me gawk gawk
She sucked that brown up off the dick
I had to beg her ass to stop (please)
That money coming in recording right now with a knot (cheese)
I can't miss all I hear is swish when I hit my shot (swish)
I see them talking bout TQ like "girl is he hot?"
What you think bitch?
The fuck
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say (can't stop me nigga)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say (it's me)
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say (I'm back bitch)
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
I make them say that I'm the G.O.AT when I get on this mic
I been high for 'bout three hours straight like I been on a flight
Way before I took a trip to Vegas I been rolling dice
Even got the haters congratulating cause they know he nice
My veins got Kobe ice
Youngest MVP I might D Rose the price
Three years in this shit so when I blow don't say it was overnight
Bitches trying to interface but they don't know my Focus rite
Even when I had no cake I always knew my dough would rise
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
Still kicking that flavor
Never gave a fuck 'bout a bitch or a hater
Ever since a kid I knew I would get some paper
Got money in my city from the Heights down to Draper
My uncle told me "get ya cake up"
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up

Aye
Uh
YGG shit
(Nigga if it ain't MAG it ain't work fuck nigga)
MAG send them beats by the pound
I just smoke out them
I hear niggas sneak dissing my name like I don't know 'bout it
Different type of nigga if it's beef we make some dough out it
I hop in the whip just press a button that bitch robotic
Like skrt peel off hmm
Headed to yo' bitch crib
Real trap nigga I send them P's to where yo' bitch live
Brodie on a bike he popping wheelies like a big kid
But don't think this shit sweet
You see that Fendi that's where the stick is
Addicted to that chicken I wake up I hear bawk bawk
Nigga play with anything of mine he meet that Glock Glock
Bad bitch to my left when I say so she give me gawk gawk
She sucked that brown up off the dick
I had to beg her ass to stop (please)
That money coming in recording right now with a knot (cheese)
I can't miss all I hear is swish when I hit my shot (swish)
I see them talking bout TQ like "girl is he hot?"
What you think bitch?
The fuck
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say (can't stop me nigga)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say (it's me)
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say (I'm back bitch)
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
I make them say that I'm the G.O.AT when I get on this mic
I been high for 'bout three hours straight like I been on a flight
Way before I took a trip to Vegas I been rolling dice
Even got the haters congratulating cause they know he nice
My veins got Kobe ice
Youngest MVP I might D Rose the price
Three years in this shit so when I blow don't say it was overnight
Bitches trying to interface but they don't know my Focus rite
Even when I had no cake I always knew my dough would rise
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
I make them say
(Yeah yeah)
Still kicking that flavor
Never gave a fuck 'bout a bitch or a hater
Ever since a kid I knew I would get some paper
Got money in my city from the Heights down to Draper
My uncle told me "get ya cake up"
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up
Get ya cake up