Say What
DJ Massiv & The Rebel Lyrics

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Grrah-grrah (baow)
Blrrt, baow
(ENVIOUS)
Ron Suno, you niggas know the fuckin' vibes (gang)
Blrrt, baow
Hol' up

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms

Started fucking her raw no problem
Please keep a stick 'cause you know that I got one
She gave me top just from the bottom
'Cause I got to hit that, split that
She wanna bring her friend I said I'm with that
It's too many opps can't miss that
First nigga reach swear he get clip at
With the mike Amiri I be drippin'
Step in Dior but I am not Christian
When I pray to god I hope he listens
I smoking Za' got away with gang shit
I be quick to heat up In the kitchen
Feel like Betty Crocker on a mission
Nina on me and she different
I finger fuck her love it when I hit it

Ready to boom, ready to boom
You could get sent to the citizen news
What they gon' say 'cause they getting it too
To many's knocks when I'm going through
I'm off the Za', I'm smoking opps (boom)
He tried to run he catches a shot
Brrt-tuh bop, brrt-tuh (boom, boom)
All of these bullets gon' fuck up his mouth (boom, boom)
Like what they gon' say cut they know I'ma gangster (yeah)
Got the strap he get 'cause like a shapeup
Niggas be dissin' but go get your cake up (yeah)
Get bands get cash for wakeup
Bullets gon' beam we gon' aim at his neck (yeah)
Act a fool when I move with this Tec
King of the Bronx nigga know I'm the best (yeah)
Speak on a dead nigga you could be next (boom)
I feel like Kobe Bryant on the lakers
I catch you lacking with the chain we take it
Channel 11 about to make him famous (huh)
He on the news they said he couldn't make it
Most of these niggas be capping they pussy (they pussy)
Don't trip we ran out your hoodie
Oh that's an opp I could tell 'cause he looking
Getting beat down like we in the booking (yeah)

Bullets gon' beam we gon' aim at his neck (yeah)
Act a fool when I move with this Tec (yeah)
King of the Bronx niggas know I'm the best (yeah)
Speak on a dead nigga you could be next (yeah)
(Bullets gon'' beam we gon' aim at his neck)
(Act a fool when I move with this Tec)
King of the Bronx niggas know I'm the best
Speak on a dead nigga you could be next)

It's a big body, nigga, stay in your lane (skrrt)
Anyhow, bitch, I came with the gang (huh)
Made me a hunnid and bought me a chain
Count me a hunnid and back out the Wraith (skrrt)
Lil' bro told me go get me a safe
As long as I keep me a gun, I'm safe (I'm safe)
I had to perc' out the percs
As soon as the first came in, nigga, I went to the A (A)
I brought that shit to mi yard
As soon as it got here, my lil' niggas went cray (cray)
I had to flood the face, move a couple hitters out the hood to L.A (gang)
They straight, cash is straight
They got a head start, but I'm still in first place
If he on the push, he get shot in shot step (glah)
This gun on your head, it costs a Corvette
These ain't baguetties, bitch, these is baguettes (baguettues)
It's twenty-four hunnid dollar just to step (Step)
Fifty-thousand when I brought in the jet (Jet)
'Nother fifty, I just put in my neck
Another fifty, then I keep it a Drac'
Boom, one in the face (grrt, baow)
Call my bitch, big mama, she with the drama
Fuck her with no condom (huh)
Might get the bucks like Giannis, stay in the finest
Always drip with designer (woo)
This just pucci, this not Gucci, this is Fendi, not Ferragamo

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms (gang)
Started fucking her raw no problem
Please keep a stick 'cause you know that I got one (gang)
She gave me top just from the bottom
'Cause I got to hit that, split that
She wanna bring her friend I said I'm with that (yeah)
Is too many opps can't miss that
First nigga reach swear he get clip at
With the mike Amiri I be drippin'
Step in Dior but I am not Christian
When I pray to god I hope he listens
I smoking Za' got away with gang shit
I be quick to heat up In the kitchen
Feel like Betty Crocker on a mission

Nina on me and she different
I finger fuck her love it when I hit it

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to DJ Massiv & The Rebel's song "Say What" depict a lifestyle of indulgence, violence, and self-assuredness. The song opens with aggressive ad-libs and gunshot sound effects, setting a confrontational tone. The first verse focuses on the artist's sexual exploits and lack of concern for safe sex, suggesting a reckless attitude towards consequences. He also asserts his readiness to use violence and carries a weapon for protection. The accompanying imagery suggests a power dynamic in which he controls and exploits women for his own pleasure.

The second verse continues the theme of violence and dominance, with the artist boasting about his ability to harm his enemies. He relishes the idea of inflicting pain, mentioning shooting and beating down those who oppose him. The lyrics also convey a sense of pride and superiority, claiming the title of "King of the Bronx" and warning anyone who speaks ill of him that they could be next. The references to basketball star Kobe Bryant and television news coverage further assert his desire for fame and recognition.

The third verse introduces another perspective, likely from a guest artist or collaborator. This verse touches on similar themes of wealth, violence, and self-aggrandizement. It portrays a lavish lifestyle, flaunting expensive purchases such as chains and cars. The artist asserts his dominance, asserting that anyone who challenges him will face dire consequences. The lyrics also mention the importance of staying safe through the possession of firearms.

Overall, "Say What" presents a gritty and unapologetic portrayal of a street lifestyle fueled by violence, materialism, and sexual exploits. The lyrics reveal a certain level of bravado and assertiveness, as well as a desire for recognition and respect within their community.

Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: Keron Joel Foriest, Chad Marshall

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