Hiding

What do you want? What do you want?

What do you want? What do you want?

What do you want? What do you want?

What do you want? What do you want?

I got choppers, I got gwala

I got partners, send you to the doctor

I got guns, singing like opera

And my partners, they got money

We ain't for nothing

Fuck your mama, fuck your papa

What the fuck you doing if you ain't getting money?

Bitch, I'm 300, my **** riding

And we sliding, bitch, we ain't hiding

I got my pistol, that's my issue

My pistol gets you, it got that grip too

I shoot it at you, the bullets catch you

And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle

All of these ****, they pretenders

Act like they with you, they out to get you

So don't trust them, so don't love them

They want your spot, they want your hustle

You flexing, they want your muscle

Rings on all ten hands and they want your knuckles

Bitches calling me, they want my time

But I'm changing out this money, running

I got choppers, I got gwala

I got partners, send you to the doctor

I got guns, singing like opera

And my partners, they got money

We ain't for nothing

Fuck your mama, fuck your papa

What the fuck you doing if you ain't getting money?

Bitch, I'm 300, my **** riding

And we sliding, bitch, we ain't hiding

What do you want? Where you going?

What you doing if you ain't getting money?

I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas

I got my llama, so, ****, don't try us

I blasted at you, I'm laughing at you

I'm flexing throwing cash up on your bitch and throwing cash up at ya

I threw some cash up at ya, 'cause you need to catch up

You're full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya

You're in the red line, that's the deadline

You ain't got my money on time then that's your head, mine

Bombaclotting, rasta rotting

Rastafari, motherfucker, they'll get nothing

I got choppers, I got gwala

I got partners, send you to the doctor

I got guns, singing like opera

And my partners, they got money

We ain't for nothing

Fuck your mama, fuck your papa

What the fuck you doing if you ain't getting money?

Bitch, I'm 300, my **** riding

And we sliding, bitch, we ain't hiding