Say Word Sy Ari da Kid (Ft. 24hrs, A1 The Super Group, Bandit Gang Marco, D. Chamberz, DC Young Fly, Drag-On, Jarren Benton, Tha Joker (USA), Kap G, Katie Got Bandz, K CAMP, Math Hoffa, Mike Fresh, Nyemiah Supreme, OG Maco, Rich The Kid, Scotty ATL, Snootie Wild, Translee, Wave Chapelle, Yowda, Zach Farlow
(Intro: DC Young Fly)
Lame? Who she calling lame?
Say word! This bih right here don't even know who she talking to! Lit head ass!
And your friend stank! They musty, you too grown for that shit Have you talkin' bout, FUCK YOU MEAN?
(Chorus: K Camp & Sy Ari da Kid)
A million niggas marching, they on go
We worth a couple mil' on the low
Say word (x6)
Nobody ever gave us nothin', niggas know (ain't need to know)
Can't let these pussy niggas try me like no hoe (no hoe)
Say word (x6)
(Verse 1: Sy Ari Da Kid)
Stop the sorrow, I'm a capo
Pockets looking like avocado
When you pop a bottle, them thots'll follow
Don't watch me, you're not Movado
Two pocket flacko, on the block with Pablo
In the kennel I can murder any instrumental
Niggas sleepin' and they asked for a nigga to put a fucking show to get me head or tail, I ain't flippin' nickel
(Verse 2: K Camp)
And after that paper so long, nigga I'm here I'm the king of the throne
Ran up my check, I did that on my own
Blow passed a hater, I leave him alone
Always been silent, not fearing no nigga
I did what I did, now they hearin' a nigga
Behind the wheel swervin', I'm steerin' my nigga
That night that Jeff died, it brought tears to a nigga
Lame? Who she calling lame?
Say word! This bih right here don't even know who she talking to! Lit head ass!
And your friend stank! They musty, you too grown for that shit Have you talkin' bout, FUCK YOU MEAN?
(Chorus: K Camp & Sy Ari da Kid)
A million niggas marching, they on go
We worth a couple mil' on the low
Say word (x6)
Nobody ever gave us nothin', niggas know (ain't need to know)
Can't let these pussy niggas try me like no hoe (no hoe)
Say word (x6)
(Verse 1: Sy Ari Da Kid)
Stop the sorrow, I'm a capo
Pockets looking like avocado
When you pop a bottle, them thots'll follow
Don't watch me, you're not Movado
Two pocket flacko, on the block with Pablo
In the kennel I can murder any instrumental
Niggas sleepin' and they asked for a nigga to put a fucking show to get me head or tail, I ain't flippin' nickel
(Verse 2: K Camp)
And after that paper so long, nigga I'm here I'm the king of the throne
Ran up my check, I did that on my own
Blow passed a hater, I leave him alone
Always been silent, not fearing no nigga
I did what I did, now they hearin' a nigga
Behind the wheel swervin', I'm steerin' my nigga
That night that Jeff died, it brought tears to a nigga
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