Shade

Lyrics

[Intro] (G, I think we got one) Yeah, uh [Chorus] What's with all the hate, what's with all the shade? Rude five-seven get him out the way Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage Still scream free 47 and Baby K And we used to be bummy, now, nigga, we paid They gon' have a nigga white blanket where he lay I seen some shit gotta take to the grave They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great You ain't talkin' rackades, ain't got nothing to say And I look in cro' eyes I see redrum in his facе And you know we on go, no one hit the brakеs Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith Got choppers outta province, choppers out the state Money on your head now we laughin' to the bank That nigga was lackin' that's how he got spanked Cro' say that I'm trippin', spend racks on this drank, uh [Verse] Spend racks on this drank They tell me to chill but nigga I can't Last dollar I still gotta stick to the plan If we can't you bent, we gon' get at your man, yeah Was sittin' in the trap house countin' up bands I hit the booth, was planning on a M Cro' on a case, he fighting a M (Murder, one) Spend these racks 'cause we never had none Got this ice on my wrist, made my hand numb In the trap gotta keep my handgun, yeah-yeah He a snake, end up like the last one Coolin' anywhere they say we can't come Probably tie a plug up for ransom What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the shade? What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the shade? What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the fake? Try the lifestyle still not catching fade Shawty wanna fuck, she know I'm gettin' cake He just got hit up, he ain't get grazed [Chorus] What's with all the hate, what's with all the shade? Rude five-seven get him out the way Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage Still scream free 47 and Baby K And we used to be bummy, now, nigga, we paid They gon' have a nigga white blanket where he lay I seen some shit gotta take to the grave They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great You ain't talkin' rackades, ain't got nothing to say And I look in cro' eyes I see redrum in his face And you know we on go, no one hit the brakes Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith Got choppers outta province, choppers out the state Money on your head now we laughin' to the bank That nigga was lackin' that's how he got spanked Cro' say that I'm trippin', spend racks on this drank, uh