Billy Danze - What It Was

Chorus 1:
We don't honor this (shit)
When you come up in the mud, you get it in blood
Fuck what it is, it's what it was
Aced up, laced up you wallabies
Private stock chronic Lees
Nigga please'
(we don't wanna fuck with yawl niggas)
They overlook game it's hood grain
That's why (we don't winna fuck with yawl niggas)
We keep it sewed up and you get no love
(we don't winna fuck with yawl niggas)
Fuck what it is it's what it was









VERSE 1:
Yellow manila folders filled with sensamia
There with stripes of a soldier been commandeered
From dead broke to shining in the same year
Showbaoters and grinders on the same tier
Silver bbs's on the blue jag
Put the Dayton's on the caddy with a cool rag
Pier cardier wear major swag
And a mac 11 for laser tag (pull up)
Be careful who you flip on
Your gangster ain't gangster it's a clip on
How do you compare chiwawas to rottweilers?
We'll send a nigga to hell about a couple dollars
Looking like gentlemen and scholars
But gutta, like 4 predicate cutters on the island
So, your version of wild is mild
We'll show you how to get foul with style now



Chorus:
We don't honor this (shit)
When you come up in the mud, you get it in blood
Fuck what it is, it's what it was
Aced up, laced up you wallabies
Private stock chronic Lees
Nigga please'
(we don't wanna fuck with yawl niggas)
They overlook game it's hood grain
That's why (we don't winna fuck with yawl niggas)
We keep it sewed up and you get no love
(we don't winna fuck with yawl niggas)
Fuck what it is it's what it was

Verse 2:
The line for the two for five is how we got the bag
Nugget and rope chains is what got em mad
360 spinning added to the flash
But the ballys with the tassels
Is what made em gag

(coooghh)


draggin a magnum up and down the Ave
When niggas inky city wouldn't claim a flag
Get your drip turned to a drag
And your lil ass zipped in a bag
Come on (Pull up)
That Zanex and that Molly really got you bugging
You a church gang nigga you ain't really down for thuggin
Your criminal career is all misdemeanors
There's a man hunt for you, for a subpoena
How you get pinched with a (whole key) and (go free)
Low (key) you the (OG) of PC
That's why ai don't fuck with yawl niggas
I'll blow hot shots through the guts of yawl niggas


We don't honor this (shit)
When you come up in the mud, you get it in blood
Fuck what it is, it's what it was
Aced up, laced up you wallabies
Private stock chronic Lees
Nigga please'
(we don't wanna fuck with yawl niggas)
They overlook game it's hood grain
That's why (we don't winna fuck with yawl niggas)
We keep it sewed up and you get no love
(we don't winna fuck with yawl niggas)
Fuck what it is it's what it was

Written by:
ERIC MURRY, WILLIAM THOMAS LAFRANCE

Publisher:
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