[Verse 1]
Say why these niggas keep testing?
Ain't no fighting, tryna shoot a nigga, leave them dead
Last beef got deadly
Strip him down then we kill him and knock off his head
I don't even know no Hamp, so I don't know why that lame nigga know me
Why you was tryna approach me
Purple was out tryna suck another nigga meat
Now, what you wanna do, slime?
Got like 30 some niggas behind me, they certified
And Stephen don't ask me about no Jemia you need to be worried about your brother dying
You done crossed the line cause your girl was being friendly while I'm tryna chasе me a bag
I could be real pеtty, I could post that picture of me and her in class
Now that's sad, nigga you act black
We knowing that you a lil white boy
You a fake blood, you panicked, nigga
We knowing you ain't no real [?] boy
Logan had knocked you out, your girl had to go run up and go save you (aww)
If that was me, I would've stood over you and put you up in a [?]
[Verse 2]
Let me go to Mar, we supposed to be cool but he'd rather hear a rumor
Got pressure with one of my niggas that mean you got pressure with everybody in the room
Brandon he goofy, I'm tryna catch a nigga this Glock leave him with a tumor
That nigga slow, tell him I'll go ahead and pay for him a new tutor
I'm the same nigga that had a whole city tryna kill him, still went to they city
Yeah I'm talking wilco, 1 deep tryna murder with me
But I'm cool with some of them, not everybody and I already know that the feds watching
I don't care about a ABB or a OTF I want smoke with everybody
Rockout gang, you ain't no member nigga then I swear that you can't hang
We don't gang bang, but I swear all of my niggas they really bang
Niggas broke, they started asking Corey can they borrow money on the game
Man I'm done with this song
I don't even wanna speak on the rest of these lames, gang
[Outro]
Yall don't even know how I'm coming for real
Niggas stay speaking on me they don't even know me doing all that hating
Next time all they gon hear from me is my ice blinging when I'm hitting they girl from the back, know what I'm saying, type junk
Or the next thing you might hear is them guns clapping, take your life
Long Live Trae, nigga
Say why these niggas keep testing?
Ain't no fighting, tryna shoot a nigga, leave them dead
Last beef got deadly
Strip him down then we kill him and knock off his head
I don't even know no Hamp, so I don't know why that lame nigga know me
Why you was tryna approach me
Purple was out tryna suck another nigga meat
Now, what you wanna do, slime?
Got like 30 some niggas behind me, they certified
And Stephen don't ask me about no Jemia you need to be worried about your brother dying
You done crossed the line cause your girl was being friendly while I'm tryna chasе me a bag
I could be real pеtty, I could post that picture of me and her in class
Now that's sad, nigga you act black
We knowing that you a lil white boy
You a fake blood, you panicked, nigga
We knowing you ain't no real [?] boy
Logan had knocked you out, your girl had to go run up and go save you (aww)
If that was me, I would've stood over you and put you up in a [?]
[Verse 2]
Let me go to Mar, we supposed to be cool but he'd rather hear a rumor
Got pressure with one of my niggas that mean you got pressure with everybody in the room
Brandon he goofy, I'm tryna catch a nigga this Glock leave him with a tumor
That nigga slow, tell him I'll go ahead and pay for him a new tutor
I'm the same nigga that had a whole city tryna kill him, still went to they city
Yeah I'm talking wilco, 1 deep tryna murder with me
But I'm cool with some of them, not everybody and I already know that the feds watching
I don't care about a ABB or a OTF I want smoke with everybody
Rockout gang, you ain't no member nigga then I swear that you can't hang
We don't gang bang, but I swear all of my niggas they really bang
Niggas broke, they started asking Corey can they borrow money on the game
Man I'm done with this song
I don't even wanna speak on the rest of these lames, gang
[Outro]
Yall don't even know how I'm coming for real
Niggas stay speaking on me they don't even know me doing all that hating
Next time all they gon hear from me is my ice blinging when I'm hitting they girl from the back, know what I'm saying, type junk
Or the next thing you might hear is them guns clapping, take your life
Long Live Trae, nigga
( Zeno (realzeno) )
www.ChordsAZ.com