So What

Prod. Thraxx

I'ma have your momma cry

I'ma have my .45

'Cause I'm sittin' in the court room, got my lawyer lyin'

You *****s place death threats, I swear to God, all are frontin'

Got the baddest *****, ***** wet like a waterslide

Been doin' this since I was 14

Look it's Big Sleez, my wrist chlorine

I'm servin' raw fiends, bricks of that morphine

A bunch of crates 'round my neck like New Orleans

Black tees *****, Johnny Bravo

With the Draco, I go retardo

I got your *****'s lip, I see tomorrow

I got the sticks swingin' like Leonardo (Mula!)

Talk and it's one to the head, so what?

Why the ***** you *****s talkin'? No discussion

Run up and it's one to the leg, so what?

You should have walked, why the ***** you *****s runnin'?

Vetements and some Louis V, where he get his jeans?

Make some clean diamond water, flexin' harder, I'm just me

In the V, switching lanes, my chains is danglin' to my knees

Servin' G's out the window like McDonald's servin' fiends

Wait, oh wait boy I can't relate, no, my ***** is fake

*****s don't want war with soldier, went to war, he M.I.A

***** hidin' at a knife and thinkin' that he couldn't get

Get filleted like a fish fillet, machete to your face

*****s playin' like a ***** today, finesse him out his chains

Wrap his chains all around the *****, shoot em' in the face

I don't fake 'cause I got clips today, so none of you *****s safe

I don't fake 'cause I got clips today, so none of you *****s safe

Talk and it's one to the head, so what?

Why the ***** you *****s talkin'? No discussion

Run up and it's one to the leg, so what?

You should have walked, why the ***** you *****s runnin'?