Dat Way

[Intro: JØ. and Chowder Band$]
I don't know what I've been told
But these pussy niggas fold
I don't know what I've been told (dat way)
But these pussy niggas fold (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Chowder Band$]
Packing my bags and got back on the road
Young niggas cracking the code
Pushing the whip like some shit that I stole
Packing these shows like I'm packing my bowl
I packed out her nigga took the pack then I go
Moving too fast but I keep my control
I'm on your ass but I keep my composure
Field it got range but look small in this Rover !!!
I bear witness but I ain't Jehovah
Still telling lies for my guys that be whipping that shit moving bricks out the back of that 'Yota
Used to want friends, now I want me some closure
Niggas done changed ever sincе I got older
Puff of my chest 'cause my nеck carry boulders
Bitch you ain't mine you can't cry on my shoulders
Nothing but lies in them dreams that I sold her

[Chorus: Chowder Band$]
Dat- (bullshit)
Dat way (bullshit), dat way (bullshit)
Dat way (bullshit), dat way (bullshit)
Dat way (bullshit), dat way (bullshit)
Dat way

[Verse 2: Jay Browne]
We been at your neck like a herringbone
Nigga you ain't stepping, you a stepping-stone
Said she want it raw, rolling up a cone
Money calling, Band$ picking up the phone
When they play your song hear a lot of clones
This an anthem for the bad ratchet hoes
A lot of naked woman sliding down the poles
A lot of naked woman slide
Always had racks, God by my side
Feel like Shadrach stepping out the fire
This the year y'all gonna have to pick a side
Standing in the middle where you finna die
Bullshit, dat way
Get the strap, MAC spray
Revelations, Last Days
Who's the goat? That's Jay

[Verse 3: Kid Dre]
I've been geekin' off the void mind, got lost in that shit
Bought my chick some new tits, now I'm lost in that bitch
In the abyss changing my pitch
I don't snitch on gang, nigga, I don't switch
Get your bitch, nigga, she could get hit
Put her on a Red Table, last name Smith
Fuck your gang, who you be with
I'll dry a nigga off put 'em up like a dish
Got 'em on a death-bed now he needing a wish
Got a pygmy shawty, suck my dick
While she sucking that dick, might crash the bitch
Stage dive in some pussy hoping it got grip
Grip tight like a dyke man I'm sick of that shit
Best kiss your mother bye if you messing with the Kid (yeah)
I ain't dying yet but I ain't living
Stacking all this paper 'til I stack a billion
Pray for all my niggas and my future children
Fuck them planes, I'm shooting at them fuckin' pigeons

[Outro: Chowder Band$]
Dat way (Bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (Bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold
That way (Bullshit), That way (Bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (Bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold
That way (Bullshit), That way (Bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (Bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold
That way (Bullshit), That way (Bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (Bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold
That way (Bullshit), That way (Bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (Bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping