[Lyric] WHAT? (Payden McKnight)

[PART ONE]

[Intro]
101.2, iKnight Radio
Good evening everybody, welcome to 101.2, iKnight Radio! It is 7 pm on a nice Saturday night. I hope you guys are chilling out with yo homies in the car, or something like that. Tonight we’re gonna be premiering the brand new album- oh what is that? Oh mixtape? Okay, I'm sorry, we're gonna be premiering a brand new mixtape, sorry, from Payden McKnight, which is also conveniently called, iKnight Radio. I hope you guys enjoy!

[Hook]
What, what, what, what? (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
What, what, what, what? (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got shooters telling me I suck, like what?
I got homies telling me I bump, like what?

What, what, what, what? (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
What, what, what, what? (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got shootеrs telling me I suck, like what?
I got homiеs telling me I bump, like what?

[Verse 1]
How many homies do you have at home?
How many dollars to buy you a home?
How many ladies, till you buy cologne?
Why do your friends treat you like you’re a clone?
How many rings does it cost for a --? (Yuh)
How many dozens till you got the dough?
How many police gon shoot up my bros? (Pow, pow, pow!)
How many brothers are dead till you know?

Why does your family not let you go?
Why do they tell you that you have to grow
Up to be something that you don’t find so?
Why can’t you be what you want? You a pro (Ooh-ooh)

Why do these people spread rumors for show?
How come your paycheck has been getting old?
These oldheads don’t know, but they act like they know
Don’t let these Walmart workers make you feel low (Ooh-ooh)

How many fans till I sell out a show?
How many networks till I start to blow?
When is my time? When will I know?
How many more tapes, till I’m noticed for sure?

It’s time to go work in the studio
And make some raps with the homies, and change up my flow
I want to sound effortless and make some bangers
But I don’t know if I’ll blow up with my bros (Ooh-ooh)

How many mansions could I buy?
If I make a million in about a day or so?
I wanna be flexing, I wanna be rich
But right now I’m vibing, I’m on borderline poor (Ooh-ooh)
I’m getting galactic, I’m running my tactics
I’m building up buildings to knock down the store
But if there’s no store, then I’ll buy it online
And I’ll ship it on prime, we going shore to shore

Na, na
Na, na

[Interlude]
Yuh, sit back, enjoy the vibe
Grab a snack, Grab some water
You’re in for a wild ride tonight

Ooh-ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[PART TWO]

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Hook]
What, what, what, what?
What, what, what, what?
I got shooters telling me I suck, like what? (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got homies telling me I bump, like what? (Brr, brr)
I got a fanbase now, like brother what? (Brother what?)
Ladies in my DMs now, like homie what? (Homie what?)
I got shooters in the back, to back me up (Back it up!)
I got friends from different places, we the rough (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, that’s my taste bud (Yuh)
Set that tongue upon my lips, cause I’m a real stud (Yuh)
Play my music at your crib, I ain’t that dumb (Ayy, yuh, yuh)
I wanna bless all of your ears, like a Cudi hum (Alright, alright, skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Ugh, I’m like a pop star (Wahh!)
I get no sleep like Playboi Carti, I’m a rockstar (Alright, alright)
My girl’s texting me, but I don’t wanna go too far (Yeah, yeah)
So I’ma vibe and make a mixtape, call it VCR (Slaat, slaat)

I’m a pirate all these plugins like I’m Captain Sparrow (Ayy)
All this music I’ve been making, giving me dinero (Yargh!)
I’ve been vibing playing games, but it’s not fair, oh (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I just shot a charged creeper with my bow and arrow (Dum, dum, dum)

I woke up late this morning, cause I had to mend by Beno (Dum, dum, dum, dum)
I also stayed up until 3, crying to Finding Nemo (Skrrt)
I’m looking woke and hot, like a Nacho Cheese Dorito (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cause I just woke up, hair is curly like a Nacho Frito (Curl)

I’m vibing on my spaceship, cause we’re going through the stars (Yeah, oh)
Me and all my homies, flying all the to Mars (Alright, alright)
We on the crunch time, it’s nutty like a Crunch Bar (Woo!)
We strumming through the game, like an electric guitar (Yow!)

[Hook]
What, what, what, what?
What, what, what, what?
I got shooters telling me I suck, like what? (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got homies telling me I bump, like what? (Brr, brr)

I got a fanbase now, like brother what? (Brother what?)
Ladies in my DMs now, like homie what? (Homie what?)
I got shooters in the back, to back me up (Back it up!)
I got friends from different places, we the rough (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, that’s my taste bud (Yuh)
Set that tongue upon my lips, cause I’m a real stud (Yuh)
Play my music at your crib, I ain’t that dumb (Ayy, yuh, yuh)
I wanna bless all of your ears, like a Cudi hum (Alright, alright, skrrt)

[Outro]
Hmmm
Hmmm
Na, na, na, na