5th Ward Weebie Let Me Find Out, Pt. 1 Lyrics

[Chorus]
Girl, you know I love ya and I'm there for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya (Huh?)
Girl, you know I love ya and I'm there for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Girl, you know I'll even watch your kids for ya
I got a new purse and a new wig for ya (New full wig, alright)
Girl, you know I love ya, I'll go hard for ya (Come on, man, come on, man, come on)
I even hustled up a food stamp card for ya (Yeah, huh?)

[Chorus]
I said, bitch, don't think you're all that (Huh?)
I could hit ya from the back for some Wing Shack (Yeah, yeah)
I said, bitch, don't think you're all that (Huh?)
I could hit ya from the back for some Wing Shack (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
I said let me find out you tryna act all saditty (Ha)
Let me find out you wearin' bootleg titties (Ha)
Let me find out you got that p*ssy on the loose (Ha)
Let me find out that nigga got you with a boost (Ha)
Let me find out you still rockin' flip phone (Oh)
Let me find out that bitch ain't even much on (Oh)
Let me find out that Gucci purse not real (Oh, oh)
Let me find out you got the internet deal (Oh, huh? Yeah)
Let me find out a nigga brung you on Maury (Ha, ha, yeah)
Let me find out them f*ckin' children ain't for me (Ha, ha, huh?)
Let me find out you actin' funny with them stamps (Huh?)
Let me find out you're twerkin' while you got cramps (Yeah, hoo)
Let me find out you're wearin' Spanx to hide your gut (Ha, ha)
Let me find out your stomach bigger than your butt (Uh, uh, yeah)
Let me find out them booty pants underneath (Ha, what?)
Let me find out, bae, that ain't your real booty meat (Ooh)
Let me find out your old man sellin' bricks (Huh? Yeah)
Let me find out your old man turned snitch (Huh? Uh-uh)
Let me find out your old man wear sandals (Yeah, what?)
Let me find out he watch the Lifetime Channel (Yeah, oh)
Let me find out you got seven, eight children (Huh? Yeah)
Let me find out you ridin' 'round with no insurance (What?)
Let me find out this nigga tryna buy the bar (What?)
Let me find out they about to repossess his car (Yeah, yeah, oh)
Let me find out your best friend took your man (Ha, ha, what?)
Let me find out they postin' pics on Instagram (Yeah)
Let me find out you wear that corner store jewelry (Eugh)
Let me find out you got them diamonds that's blurry (Eugh)
Let me find out you ain't got money for the rent (Huh? What?)
Let me find out you spent that money on that bitch (Yeah)
Let me find out you out here stuntin' like you got it (Huh?)
Let me find out you ain't got twenty in your pocket (What?)
Let me find out you puttin' rims on a rental (Yeah, what?)
Let me find out you got a fan in the window (Yeah)
Let me find out you f*ckin' with that other nigga (Yeah)
Let me find out that nigga f*ckin' with a nigga (Huh?) Let me find out you don't like my song (What?)
Let me find out you don't wanna see me on (What?)
Let me find— let me find— let me— let find me out (Ha, ha)
Let me find— let me find— let me— let find me out (Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus]
Girl, you know I love ya and I'm there for ya (Hoo, huh?)
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya (Yeah, ha, okay)
Girl, you know I love ya and I'm there for ya (Yeah, huh? Yeah)
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya (Huh? Yeah, alright)
I said, bitch, don't think you're all that (Oh, ha, ha, ha)
I could hit ya from the back for some Wing Shack (Ha, ha, uh-uh)
I said, bitch, don't think you're all that (Huh? Yeah, huh? Ooh)
I could hit ya from the back for some Wing Shack (Huh? Yeah, huh? Come on)

[Verse 2]
Your baby mama in the club, you mad (Come on, huh? Yeah)
She bendin' over, lettin' people Instagram that ass (Ha, uh-uh, hoo)
Your baby mama in the club, you mad (Huh? Oh, ha)
She wore them lil' bitty shorts and Instagram that ass (Yeah, ha, ha)
Your baby mama in the club right there (Huh? Right there)
The one's that's poppin' on her head while she holdin' the chair (Huh? Oh, huh? Yeah)
Your baby mama in the club right there (Huh? Right there)
The one's that's poppin' on her head while she holdin' the chair (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
I said let me find out your baby mama is a groupie (Ha)
Let me find out she got that botox booty (Uh-huh, ha)
Let me find out that pig lip on sale (Yeah)
Let me find out you put a nigga in jail (Uh-uh, yeah)
Let me find out your baby daddy on the run (Huh?)
Let me find out you took the charge for the gun (Huh?)
Let me find out you in the mall wearin' rollers (Huh? Oh)
Let me find out you got that Rent-A-Center sofa (Uh-uh, uh-uh, oh)
Let me find out you all in other people business (Ha, ha, ha, yeah)
Let me find out just last month you got evicted (Ha, ha, uh-uh, yeah)
Let me find out you was a hater on the slick (Ha, yeah, uh-uh, huh?)
Let me find out you don't feel a nigga rich (Huh? Huh? Oh)
Let me find out you wasn't usin' no protection (Uh-uh)
Let me find out you went and got a stripper pregnant (Huh?)
Let me find— let me find— let me— let find me out (Oh)
Let me find— let me find— let me— let find me out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Girl, you know I love ya and I'm there for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya
Girl, you know I love ya and I'm there for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya
I said, bitch, don't think you're all that
I could hit ya from the back for some Wing Shack
I said, bitch, don't think you're all that
I could hit ya from the back for some Wing Shack

[Outro]
I said, bitch, you know what it do
I could hit ya from the back for some Manchu