Isaiah Rashad - Wat U Sed lyrics

(feat. Doechii & Kal Banx) [Isaiah Rashad:] Whaddup bae And my b*tch eat me up while I'm driving And I swear it's a show, not a riot Uh I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot? Bet my b*tch eat me up while I'm drivin' And I swear it's a show, not a riot And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up We had too many hoes in this b*tch, I had to round 'em up And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off I been focused on my one-of-one And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (What you said?) Ayy, b*tch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah) Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God fu*k what a ni**a do, reach for some inner peace Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down Ghost when I'm slidin' down, Ghost when I'm slidin' down Porsche when I'm slidin' down (What you said?) [Kal Banx:] All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass Ole man don't want ya in the club 'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car b*tches all in your face 'cause you a star And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door [Doechii:] Roll but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (On go) Drunk but I make him drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gone) Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (Gone) Pop pills but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrat) Drunk on a Saturday, hoes are mad, hoes are mad (Hoes are mad) Dirt, it go thataway, hope it's bad, hope it's bad (Hope it's bad) Real when you grind (Yeah), real when you shine (Yeah) Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (On the way) Lookin' back when it spazz with your curls and your ass out Bad like a girl from the ave, goin' anti Keep it bad, pop a tag, go and let it air out Drop it fast, let it spazz, go and let your hair down Shush when I say I get it done, when they sneak, I see up Flip a pack and make a bun, when it done, I link up Get ahead like you a geek, show no face if you discreet Come and put this drink on me if you wanna link up [Kal Banx:] All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass Ole man don't want ya in the club 'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car b*tches all in your face 'cause you a star And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door