C7 - So What (feat. Onfo & JC Flee)
C7SHITYeah, yeah, uh, uh
The haters, they don't phase me, time is feelin' wavy
Heart is in my pocket, I don't let no bitch play me
Time to get to goin', I don't need a bitch to save me
Creepin' on the low, I know your best friend, she hate me
The dog's on the top again, no, I ain't stoppin' it
Pose for the gold, on the road, ain't no toppin' this
I don't wanna speak your name knowing I might throw up
Bro got with my girl, got another one, so what?
Uh, they just wait for me to show up
Fucked up off the drink, they still askin' me to pour up
Whippin', doin' donuts, Volume II go nuts
You gon' have to see me plus seven when we go up
Uh, can't wait to pop
Catch me at the mall, can't wait to shop
I'm gon' buy it all, don't wait to cop
Blue faces in my pocket, just take them all
Knew I was hoppin' in, came by stoppin' it
Y'all take the blame, playin' games while you sobbin' it
Gunnin' for the fame, know my name when I'm rockin' it
Used to call me lame, now I'm game when you jockin' it
I keep on gunnin' now I'm runnin' it up
All these rhymes cookin', I'm just punnin' it up
Father to these rappers, now I'm sonnin' it up
Add in Mr. Fix-It how I'm summin' it up
The haters, they don't phase me, time is feelin' wavy
Heart is in my pocket, I don't let no bitch play me
Time to get to goin', I don't need a bitch to save me
Creepin' on the low, I know your best friend, she hate me
The dog's on the top again, no, I ain't stoppin' it
Pose for the gold, on the road, ain't no toppin' this
I don't wanna speak your name knowing I might throw up
Yuh
The dog's on the top again, no, I ain't stoppin' it
Pose for the gold, on the road, ain't no toppin' this
I don't wanna speak your name knowing I might throw up
Bro got with my girl, got another one, so what?
My girl bad (so what?), you big mad (so what?)
This that she gon' want the kid back (so what?)
I ain't been the one to be with the reminiscin'
Had to give your ass a chance but feelin' a little different
Been chasin' after dreams, C7 is on a mission
I'm still creepin' on the low, we dodgin' the opposition, man
Brian got the keys, I'm stickin' to my position
When we posted at the top, they wishin' they would've listened, man
We got a vision, man
I gotta get it, man
Circlin' on the beat, would've thought I was a ceilin' fan
A business man, you feel it man
I ain't with the shakin' hands
Sure ain't with the friendly shit so Shirley won't be stayin' friends
Yeah, no new friends for me
If she got a bestie, that's a ten for free
Got the baddest women out, wanna simp for me
Got 'em all screamin' now, makin' symphony
Listen to me
I really do this, I ain't got nothin' to prove
Bitch get caught up in the movement
She love the way I do it
I know you call me with your bestie
Say you mad as - huh
Look you dead in the eyes and say (so what?)
Written by:
Billy Adams, Brandon Paradiso, Brian Roberts, Jake Chiarelli
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