Say what you want (feat. Playboy Tre & Killer Mike) [prod. Fury]

Say, say, say what you want, but don't play games

Play, play, play what you want

Go right ahead, say whatever you want, please

Play, play, play what you want

What, that's it? Go ahead, I'm here all day

Play, play, play what you want

Say, say, say what you want

Yup, haha, yup

Well, say what you like, but I just

Take a little knife and then I

Make a little slice and then I

Take a little bite, yum

So miss me with all that doubt

What are y'all talking about?

Talkin' 'bout I ain't dope

What the hell are y'all blogging about?

I'm the authority now

And I'm the priority now

So if you ain't on my side

Might as well just throw in your towel

Oh, how cocky of me

To speak so highly of me

They say I'm crazy now

I guess I'll hire a shrink

And this is just how I feel

Why would I lie on the beat?

But y'all be sleepin' on me

So I guess y'all lie on the beat

Haha, well that went over your head

And I'm B.o.B, AKA Bobby Ray

So don't you ever forget, yeah

Say, say, say what you want

Play, play, play what you want

Play, play, play what you want

Play, play, play what you want

It's Playboy Tre, bitch I'm back

Once again, where the fuck we at?

Standin' strong, and you can run and tell them sucka niggas that

Gimme my Henn, gimme my cup

Play my beat and leave me 'lone

And you can bet, I'mma bring that fuckin' trophy back home

Yellin' hoo-ray, hoo-rah

Either way I want my moolah like it's payday

And I ain't leavin' the game until I say say

It's Tre day, I fuck Deltas to the AKAs

To ghetto ass hoes who name they bad son Tay-Tay

Ray-Ray and Day-Day, I'm bustin' like a AK

Fuck around and find your ass in a motherfuckin' melee

So say what you will nigga, you can talk it or blog it

Like diarrhea toilet stools, I ain't comin' off yet, nah

Say, say, say what you want

Play, play, play what you want

Play, play, play what you want

Play, play, play what you want

Westside OG, everybody know he cannot be held back

It's Killer Kill from the Ville, don't rest, don't chill

Been bunkin' since that crack

Fat boy, fly boy, fly boy, fat boy

Know these hatin' ass niggas hate that

I prevail in spite of hell and now I'm boss hoggin' in a 'Lac

Well actually, it's a Benz my friend, I just rhyme the shit for rap

And actually, I got businesses, I ain't really gotta motherfuckin' rap

I'm talkin' barber shops and corner store

Independent label, GTO (I own 'em)

'Bout to open a studio, bet you y'all'll love it then

Give your ass a record deal and buy your funky publishin'

Say what you like but don't fuck with Mike

I'm a lot of J Quince and a little Suge Knight

I'm throwed in the game like a basketball

I'm a big dog, you flee, I'mma ball

What you say don't pay, so sincerely I say

Motherfuck your mamas and all of y'all

Yo little bruh, you know what I'm sayin'

This the big dog right here man, this the big dog

Mike bigger, it's bigger, you know

Known as Killer Kill from the Ville

I just wanna say little bruh man, I'm proud of you little bruh

You know what I'm sayin', it was WhoisBOB

And now you sayin' man it's Bobby Ray

I respect it bruh

And I respect it like when Muhammad Ali came out of Cassius Clay man

So I'm happy to meet Bobby Ray, little bruh

And let me tell you somethin' little bruh

Any hater man, any hater that come up against you bruh

He don't wanna see the crystal, he don't love the acoustic guitar

He wants you auto tuned

Tell him to suck ten thousand wee-wee man

And big bruh said that man

You know what I'm sayin'

Tell him to play bootyhole game at the motherfuckin'

Tell him to play at the, at the Bulldog though

Know what I mean?

But don't play with Bobby Ray man, I'm fuckin' with you hard man

Grind Time Rap Gang, bang, bang, bang man

Um, he dope 'cause I said so, holla at me

Westside OG, everybody know me, for real