You Gotta See Me

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, huh, huh, eh On foenem grave You already know how this shit goes Don't touch me, don't even look at me Matter fact, back the fuck up All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass niggas [Verse] Huh, huh, huh They say they gon' kill me (They gon' kill me) I'm like, "Whatever" (I'm like, "Whatever") Pull up with that Drac', hop out, get they ass together Oh, he with his friends, we gon' get they ass together Blue tip hit ya, ain't no comin' back you gone forever You can run you can hide, you gotta see me Keep my drum when I'm outside No I won't be on nobody TV Everywhere I go I'm 7-4 I throw up GD Oh, they sellin' drugs, get 'em set up by a Teetee That's them niggas comin' out the crib? Oh they sweet as hell (Oh) We might stand over him to show him we for real Who the fuck gon' run up on us? Nigga, be for real Opps steady dissin', I'm like "Is this beef for real?" Oh, I see they in the stu', tryna find a beat to kill He was tryna duck his taco til' we made him eat a shell I put money on your head, I get you hit through a Zell How you tryna argue when we know what kind of car you in And we know what park you in We might pull up block you in If I wanted to go out like dude, then I box you then (Von) Why would I fight when I got this Gen? (Five) Kill one of mine, that's how ten die Switch on the Glock, in 1 second 10 fly It ain't slippery over here, we can't let it slide We gon' kill 'em niggas first, we can't let him die Ran up on 'em fah, did him extra bad Now no one can see with your closed casket ass Like we playin "it", run up tagged his ass Turned him to a zip, foenem bagged his ass Now we roll 'nem in a wood, "puff pass" his ass Bitch don't try to test me me, you won't pass the class We want all dirt, boy your ass is grass But he got away, boy your ass was fast Bigbody Rolls truck, it ain't hard to notice us GD's everywhere I go, don't hesitate to throw it up Come through with that Cutter like you owe us somethin' Don't slide through the O or somethin' And put a hole in somethin', yeah (Yeah) I might pop out the blue like a fuckin' Wizard He ain't shootin' right, like Michael when he was with the Wizard's I just bought the Cartier, Im tryna jump a Richer I'm in the middle of the field like a fuckin' pitcher I might hit the opp side and take a picture Oh he think he fast? But I'm quicker What he drunk off? Liquor? No, he think he slick, but I tricked him He don't know I'm slicker Still got my Gen4 'cause this bitch still get off Oh he think he safe at work? Catch him when he get off I hit the corner, that nigga turned into Sonic, the Hedgehog 7.62 comin' out the Drac' and knocked his head off [Outro] (Aye, yeah) On foenem grave (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Back the fuck up (Aye) All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass niggas (Huh?) On Scrapp grave