What I Got Lyrics – Guardin ft. Huskai

[Chorus: Guardin]
Swear to god, b¡tch, you want what I got, ayy
Rolling up, smoking pot, stacking guap, ayy
Fμcκ the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah
Swear to god, b¡tch, you want what I got, ayy
Rolling up, smoking pot, stacking guap, ayy
Fμcκ the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah

[Verse 1: Guardin]
You ain't seen the type of ѕh¡t that I can do
Catch a fμcκ¡ng body, roll a blunt or maybe two
I can take you to my island where we'll kick it 'til it's noon
Maybe smoke some marijuana, if you wanna, I'll come through, ayy
Bumping Cordeh, I'm feeling okay
Smoking an eighth, I'm fading away
You wanna play, so come on, let's play
Oozy on oozy, yo' b¡tch, my Jacuzzi, I hit it all day
This ѕh¡t ain't no fμcκ¡ng game
Frankly, I don't fμcκ with all of y'all lames
Hitting me up almost every day
You can't get a verse so just get out my way
Stay in your lane if you know what is best
Huskai and guardin been fμcκ¡ng your ex
Why is every rapper obsessed with ѕєx?
This is simply a test
This is me ranting and raving 'til these words start pavin'
I'm trying to make it okay (Okay)
So fμcκ all the bullshit, you know that I'm on it
I'm doing this every day
I'm tryna be honest but these kids don't want it
They just want a beat and some flames
So turn it up louder, start snorting your powder
And repeat the words that I say, ayy

[Chorus: Guardin]
Swear to god, b¡tch, you want what I got, ayy
Rolling up, smoking pot, stacking guap, ayy
Fμcκ the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah
Swear to god, b¡tch, you want what I got, ayy
Rolling up, smoking pot, stacking guap, ayy
Fμcκ the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah

[Verse 2: Huskai]
I've been tryna ball, I've been tryna ball
Waiting for shawty to call, waiting for shawty to call, yeah
Finesse from the mall, all this money that I saw
I'm just tryna get so rich, please, shawty, you come along, yeah
Tag team, tag teaming yo' b¡tch
I'm with my bro Nicholas and we fμcκ¡ng on yo' b¡tch, yeah
We was taking turns in the motherfucking condo
I didn't even use a motherfucking condom
Yeah, I'm fμcκ¡ng 'round with you, I'm fμcκ¡ng 'round with you
We didn't really do that, yeah
I was in the whip and I'm sitting in the back
With yo' b¡tch under the blankets but that head is feeling wack
Baby, we was never meant for each other
I'm so sorry, I don't love you, I love your mother
Never liked your head but I loved hers
Can't remember it because I had a drunk blur

[Chorus: Guardin]
Swear to god, b¡tch, you want what I got, ayy
Rolling up, smoking pot, stacking guap, ayy
Fμcκ the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah
Swear to god, b¡tch, you want what I got, ayy
Rolling up, smoking pot, stacking guap, ayy
Fμcκ the opps, we won't stop 'til we drop, ayy
What you got's not a lot, you ain't high, yeah