You Weren’t There

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayo, Trinz) On and on On and on On and on [Chorus] You weren't live in the trizzy with me You weren't there when I shot niggas, stabbed niggas You weren't in the field gettin' busy with me You weren't in that jail on the wing with me You weren't there when the govs tried twistin' at me Man get bun more than fifty degrees Of course, the intent is deceased I hit the seaside and I ran up some P's [Verse 1] If I see him with it, try know I'll kill him with it No cеllular cell site when I'm spinnin' with it Keep a onе eye open for a fed or a friend You never know I might have to kweff one of them You better mind out in these treacherous ends I swear I've seen it all out here and it's crazy Mind out for the girls that you're linkin' (Mm), man, they'll lead you to a treacherous end (To a treacherous end) Nah, you don't want none of that boy Said I look good and she wanna holla at boy So I let her holla at boy She said I ain't like these typical rappers (Hahaha) She don't know I ain't a rap boy Real gun man, I get active Still step with the 60s and we got corn in blickys and they make mad noise Old school, slept with a 12 Die by a rottie, kept turnin' that on and on I was on the M way on the way up to cunch, I'm sendin' out texts I'm on and on No sleep was the least that I did for the money, nitties comin' to the knock on all night long (all night long) Young nigga just tryna get paid [Chorus] You weren't live in the trizzy with me You weren't there when I shot niggas, stabbed niggas You weren't in the field gettin' busy with me (You weren't there) You weren't in that jail on the wing with me You weren't there when the govs tried twistin' at me Man get bun more than fifty degrees (Fifty degrees) Of course, the intent is deceased I hit the seaside and I ran up some P's (I ran up some P's) You weren't live in the Trizzy with me You weren't there when I shot niggas, stabbed niggas You weren't in the field gettin' busy with me (You weren't there) You weren't in that jail on the wing with me You weren't there when the govs tried twistin' at me Man get bun more than fifty degrees Of course, the intent is deceased I hit the seaside and I ran up some P's (I ran up some P's) [Verse 2] Young nigga just tryna get paid You ain't gettin' money, what the fuck are you doin'? (What you doin'?) I understand why you're screwin' Don't pull no funny shit, the corn gon' chew him (Ah, blow him away) Peng ting always got chewin' gum, chewin' (Ah, look at her face) You weren't live in the trizzy with me You weren't live in the Brix' gettin' busy with me I couldn't give two fucks about your opinion of me I had an airgun before I lost my virginity To tell you the truth, when look back, now it's fucked what the streets did to me, uh, uh Now anyone that ain't around weren't meant for me, nah, I just let 'em go (Let 'em go) Can't wait till they let my bros come home Free up TH, Goddy and Domes Don't watch nothin', you know you soon on Anythin' you need, just call my phone I remember them times you was runnin' in homes Now I'm tellin' you 'bout feds outside my home If you do me right, then I swear to God you'll get the best of me (Bet of me) I know you been tied down for a few years now, but I want you to know you're my destiny (You're my destiny) You know I can't come 'round too often, last time I did and he knew he was vexed with me (He was vexed with me) When I think about him, it makes sense cah you ain't here right now [Chorus] You weren't live in the trizzy with me You weren't there when I shot niggas, stabbed niggas You weren't in the field gettin' busy with me (You weren't there) You weren't in that jail on the wing with me You weren't there when the govs tried twistin' at me Man get bun more than fifty degrees (Fifty degrees) Of course, the intent is deceased I hit the seaside and I ran up some P's (I ran up some P's) You weren't live in the trizzy with me You weren't there when I shot niggas, stabbed niggas You weren't in the field gettin' busy with me (You weren't there) You weren't in that jail on the wing with me You weren't there when the govs tried twistin' at me Man get bun more than fifty degrees Of course, the intent is deceased I hit the seaside and I ran up some P's (I ran up some P's) [Outro] (Shegy mixed it)