What's It Gonna Be

(*talking*)

That's right, Fat Rat with the cheese

We pimping on this one, come on

[Hook: Lil' Head]

Girl, what's it gonna be

Cause you messing, with a real life playa

That's getting them G's

And I ain't got time for games

Or won't balling, just for mayn

Is you cutting, is you fucking

Lil' Mama, is you coming with me

Baby, tell me what it's gonna be

[Lil' O]

Look, I don't play no games

Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names

I saw you peeping me, hopping out the Range Ro' thang

With my piece glistening, like a rainbow cane

But anyways I'm Lil' O, the Fat Rat with the cheese

From H-Town Clutch City, Southside of the tree

You can hop up in the truck, or we can slide in my V

I'll let my dog drive it, that was him following me

But I just leave him the Range, and we can hop in the Benz

On one condition, you gotta let me hop in them skins

Cause your ass look like, it could possibly win

The big butt competition, at the Holiday Inn

She started to grin, laugh said boy you wild

Is them alligator shoes, or is them crocodile

I told her mama come chill, post up for a while

At the hotel suite, we can smoke for a while, so come on

[Hook]

[Lil' O]

She said it's real, I'm loving your game

In fact I saw you in Miami, on Memorial Day

You was deep with them Houston boys, hogging the lane

And ever since that moment, you been all in my brain

I told her yeah that's how we do it, when we step out of town

So we can break a nigga neck, if he step out of bounds

But that ain't what we about, all that plexing with clowns

We'd rather ball get some broads, and get to sexing em down

But look here, not to sound like I'm some head honcho

But this club too packed, let's burn off pronto

Look Pocahontus, let me be your Tonto

That's when her friends, really jumped in my Convo

(don't leave with him girl), why y'all wanna stop us

Don't listen to them hoes, boo they baller blockers

I just wanna kiss you, on your awesome knockers

And trust me, O's sex is off the rockers

[Hook]

[Lil' O]

She told her friends, look at his watch

Cause the back of his Benz, say six o'clock

And she knew that I could dress, cause my 'fit was hot

I had the Burberry shirt, with the matching shorts

Then she said she ain't get it, since her man been locked up

And said she wanna playa, that can tear some cot up

Spank her all rough, have her ass all popped up

No strings attached, when we done just hop up

I said well I'm the one boo, I'm no impostor

You dealing with a certified, Braeswood mobster

I can fill your body up, with steak and lobster

Or take you on a lake, for crab cake and pasta

No fake on this offer, you'd be silly

Cause I'm a Down South balla, that can fuck you silly

Then blow dro with you mama, bust the philly

Now stop playing games, baby what's the deally

[Hook]

(*talking*)

Baby what's up, you gon leave or what

(baby tell me what it's gonna be)

Man don't listen to your friends man, they hating

Let's do this, (baby tell me what it's gonna be)

Come on, I'm fin to give the valet my ticket

Right now, we fin to pull up right now

(baby tell me what it's gonna be)

I got the dro already baby, let's go to the suite for real

(baby tell me what it's gonna be), come on