[Intro: Big Baby Tape]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (DJ Tape)
BANDANA

[Verse 1: kizaru]
Today's the day, goddamn, it's judgment
I ain't shake them hands, I ain't amiable
Are you fucking G? Your gang is full of buttlickers
I got a new sauce, they want to check my dish
Bitch, what's the matter, ayy, bitch, what's the matter?
This slut took up my dick and started to chant
Meth in the trunk, I brought 'em a whole lot
They comin' to me, 'cuz I brought the prices down
Be grateful to God for you are intact
Who are these freshmen? I rip 'em like virgins
I got a gram of drug, and it's very hard
You got sense of taste — sorry, but it's worthless
99 problems — Jay-Z
I came from dirt, I came from mud
He wants street credit, but he can't afford it
There are some things that money can't buy
Fuck lockdown, bitch, get down
Barrel to your head, click-clack, pew-pow
Mommy, don't cry, I fuckin' hit some prick
A few pints of lean and some dough on PayPal
Choppa goes, "Dram, dram-bam-bam-bang"
40 bands on cuban link by Johnny Dang
Wha-What can you say me, ayy, bitch, what's the matter?
Hmm, you better shut the fuck up and get to your business

[Chorus: Big Baby Tape & kizaru]
Bitch, what's the matter? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, bitch, what's the matter? (Bitch, what's the matter?)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch, what's the matter? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, bitch, what's the matter? (What's the matter?)
Ayy (Ayy)
Bitch, what's th—

[Verse 2: Big Baby Tape]
99 problems
Fuck it, 99 problems
You ain't my white, homie, you ain't my buddy
Chapo in my jeans, there's also my dick
Who I'm riding with? I'm riding with my gang
I was in Barcelona, we were swaggin' with Oleg
Bitch, wassup? What's the matter?
I ain't fuck a bitch unless she's a celebrity
My-My piles weighin' too much, can't even walk straight
Louis Monogram, my belt from Ferragamo
Ain't finish in a bitch — fuck the baby mama drama
(Yeah, that—) Yeah, that's how we live, I ain't stopping
Juggin' these crackas' for they cash, lil' bitch
I am still Tape, I'm still Hoodrich
White like bleach, like white brick
Two bitches by sides, lookin' like a sandwich
Business on the block, not on my private
Makin' millions be feeling tight
Plenty of drugs and cash
I was fuckin' with your bitch, you caught us in the act

[Interlude: Big Baby Tape]
And I pretended like there's nothing's up, and told you:

[Chorus: Big Baby Tape & kizaru]
Bitch, what's the matter? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, bitch, what's the matter? (Bitch, what's the matter?)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch, what's the matter?