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VS Whoeva Video (MV)




Performed By: CG Kayy
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Kenneth Scott Jr




CG Kayy - VS Whoeva Lyrics
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CG, Uh, Ayee Kayy
Y'all already know what it is,
Ayee Kayy, Section 8 baby
Stay true to the game, don't worry about nothin'
It's all gonna come on the back end
They showed me no love, that was back then
Now whenever I drop, they be clappin
You know it's that season again
Mean what I do, cause I'm unapologetic
Not explainin' or reasoning, got one time to cut up
You gon' get cut like confetti (I mean it)
It's me verse whoever, the field or the stu, stop all that talkin' just bet it
I'm makin' it happen, not makin' excuses, It's hard to say CG Kayy regular, (I swear)
Business been boomin',
Can't confirm nothin' until I look at my schedule (Goin' up)
Keep movin' stupid and show for the gram
They might use that to arrest you (Dummy)
I'm too official, no referee
Wanna put me in check, ain't no checkin' me
Too high of a status, no wreckin' me
You gon' feel them fat shells to the third degree
I'm young and I'm lit,
Need all my checks so my parents can bust down their wrists
Havin' fasho, handlin' business, I step out that house lookin' crisp (Inna Suit)
Don't bring your girl around, a bad read, right on my hip soon as she get a whiff (Whats that)
I'm tellin' y'all shits, ain't havin' regrets, special clearance to be where I sit (On God)
Can't handle business, not next to me
Help up your man, get him on his feet
If you fidget, you might lose an artery
Discipline me and mine top priority
I ain't trippin' bout love, I need loyalty
Talks to god, he been told me I'm royalty
I done ran up at least 10 during quarantine
Handle pain like they gave me some morphine
Not enough of the bands, I need more of heem
You can't name a fat nigga that's more clean
It was never a time where I said no to money
Move unpredictable, y'all movin' funny
Can't hang with y'all niggas, y'all movin' too loose
Cruddy keepin' the pole, its right under his tummy
I ain't even do nothin', sent my lil' man two times just to prove he a gummy (He sweet)
He ain't even shoot nothin. only the real gon' shine if it ain't that sunny (Real G's)
I got a few of em', junkies eyes rollin, I think he a real life dummy (God bless)
Get anybody I want, shapeshift
Big CEO type of nigga to hate shifts
She want me, guess I'm on her wish list
Ain't new to usin' her tongue, big lisp
And she got the junk in her trunk with the big hips
Told me come swim, I guess I'll take a quick dip
He tried to run a good play and got hit stick
I'm good in the city, lil' boy, I'm a big fish
It's me verse whoever, the field or the stu, stop all that talkin' just bet it
I'm makin' it happen, not makin' excuses, It's hard to say CG Kayy regular, (I'm different)
Business been boomin',
Can't confirm nothin' until I look at my schedule (Goin' up)
Keep movin' stupid and show for the gram
They might use that to arrest you (Dummy)
I'm too official, no referee
Wanna put me in check, ain't no checkin' me
Too high of a status, no wreckin' me
You gon' feel them fat shells to the third degree (To your back)
Ayee Kayy, CG Kayy on the beat, nigga
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CG, Uh, Ayee Kayy
Y'all already know what it is,
Ayee Kayy, Section 8 baby
Stay true to the game, don't worry about nothin'
It's all gonna come on the back end
They showed me no love, that was back then
Now whenever I drop, they be clappin
You know it's that season again
Mean what I do, cause I'm unapologetic
Not explainin' or reasoning, got one time to cut up
You gon' get cut like confetti (I mean it)
It's me verse whoever, the field or the stu, stop all that talkin' just bet it
I'm makin' it happen, not makin' excuses, It's hard to say CG Kayy regular, (I swear)
Business been boomin',
Can't confirm nothin' until I look at my schedule (Goin' up)
Keep movin' stupid and show for the gram
They might use that to arrest you (Dummy)
I'm too official, no referee
Wanna put me in check, ain't no checkin' me
Too high of a status, no wreckin' me
You gon' feel them fat shells to the third degree
I'm young and I'm lit,
Need all my checks so my parents can bust down their wrists
Havin' fasho, handlin' business, I step out that house lookin' crisp (Inna Suit)
Don't bring your girl around, a bad read, right on my hip soon as she get a whiff (Whats that)
I'm tellin' y'all shits, ain't havin' regrets, special clearance to be where I sit (On God)
Can't handle business, not next to me
Help up your man, get him on his feet
If you fidget, you might lose an artery
Discipline me and mine top priority
I ain't trippin' bout love, I need loyalty
Talks to god, he been told me I'm royalty
I done ran up at least 10 during quarantine
Handle pain like they gave me some morphine
Not enough of the bands, I need more of heem
You can't name a fat nigga that's more clean
It was never a time where I said no to money
Move unpredictable, y'all movin' funny
Can't hang with y'all niggas, y'all movin' too loose
Cruddy keepin' the pole, its right under his tummy
I ain't even do nothin', sent my lil' man two times just to prove he a gummy (He sweet)
He ain't even shoot nothin. only the real gon' shine if it ain't that sunny (Real G's)
I got a few of em', junkies eyes rollin, I think he a real life dummy (God bless)
Get anybody I want, shapeshift
Big CEO type of nigga to hate shifts
She want me, guess I'm on her wish list
Ain't new to usin' her tongue, big lisp
And she got the junk in her trunk with the big hips
Told me come swim, I guess I'll take a quick dip
He tried to run a good play and got hit stick
I'm good in the city, lil' boy, I'm a big fish
It's me verse whoever, the field or the stu, stop all that talkin' just bet it
I'm makin' it happen, not makin' excuses, It's hard to say CG Kayy regular, (I'm different)
Business been boomin',
Can't confirm nothin' until I look at my schedule (Goin' up)
Keep movin' stupid and show for the gram
They might use that to arrest you (Dummy)
I'm too official, no referee
Wanna put me in check, ain't no checkin' me
Too high of a status, no wreckin' me
You gon' feel them fat shells to the third degree (To your back)
Ayee Kayy, CG Kayy on the beat, nigga
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Writer: Kenneth Scott Jr
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