Just Saying Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag
Niggas think that they got next, I'm on that ass
Ooh, ayy

[Chorus]
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' a bag (Chasin' that bag)
Niggas think that they got next, I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass)
Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
Big homie told me, "Woadie spun off 'fore you crash" ('Fore you crash)
"You livin' a little too fast"
Feds watchin', [?], and the feds got him
See, if he come home, it's a damn problem
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause the feds got you
You want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak for them red bottoms
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
Woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah-oh-oh, ayy

[Verse]
I can't love her, she for everybody
It's a shame what they do for them red bottoms
It's the shame how they play, better headshot him
It's a shame what they say when the feds pop up
It's my damn problem, niggas get caught with them narcotics
I understand that you got the bands, but I ain't see a man beat the f*ckin' feds since John Gotti
But I feel that something ain't right But I feel, f*ck this shit, it's life
And shawty out in the cold, a nigga since ice
So I feel you need me in your life
Niggas hidden rumors, ain't that f*ckin' stupid
Reachin' for my cuban, I'm gon' f*ckin' shoot you
Runnin' up them bands for the future, here go thirty cash, but I f*ckin' blew it
I been runnin' to it, runnin' through it like a athlete
Jump through your window like a track meet
I be prayin' to God they don't snatch me

[Chorus]
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag (Chasin' that bag)
Niggas think that they got next, I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass)
Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
Big homie told me, "Woadie spun off 'fore you crash" ('Fore you crash)
"You livin' a little too fast"
Feds watchin', [?], and the feds got him
See, if he come home, it's a damn problem
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause the feds got you
You want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak for them red bottoms
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
Woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah-oh-oh, ayy

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