[Trae]
I been repping and running the block, since the age of my youth
A gangsta guerilla go-getter, certified as a troop
I done had it with niggas, the only thing that I'm bringing is plex
Got me feeling like Kobe Bryant, dumping off eight repping the West
Get off of me homie, cause I've been known to click on the cool
I'm a damn fool, and ain't no games fin to be played with the tool
I'm sick, and I bet you niggas just don't want it with Trae
Cause if I pull it I'ma spray, and put a slug in your vertebrae
Maabing you bitch niggas, better get out the zone
Or else you fin to see me make my slugs, get out the chrome
When that Mack get to spitting, you gon get out your home
I'm sick of telling you bitch niggas, to get the fuck on
I mean it, you motherfuckers better play your positions
Respect the code of the streets, before your bitch ass be missing
Or slid up under some'ing swoll up, and blacked out
Better give me fifty feet, 'fore I make your lights out
[Hook]
I done had enough, of you niggas
Eyes wide open, I ain't trusting you niggas
Me and Lil' Trae, bout to bust on you niggas
Prepare for the worst of the worst, when I'm rushing you niggas
(I done had enough, of you niggas
Eyes wide open, never trusting you niggas
Me and Mack Biggers, bout to bust on you niggas
Load the clip finna trip when I'm rushing you niggas, had enough of you
Niggas)
I been repping and running the block, since the age of my youth
A gangsta guerilla go-getter, certified as a troop
I done had it with niggas, the only thing that I'm bringing is plex
Got me feeling like Kobe Bryant, dumping off eight repping the West
Get off of me homie, cause I've been known to click on the cool
I'm a damn fool, and ain't no games fin to be played with the tool
I'm sick, and I bet you niggas just don't want it with Trae
Cause if I pull it I'ma spray, and put a slug in your vertebrae
Maabing you bitch niggas, better get out the zone
Or else you fin to see me make my slugs, get out the chrome
When that Mack get to spitting, you gon get out your home
I'm sick of telling you bitch niggas, to get the fuck on
I mean it, you motherfuckers better play your positions
Respect the code of the streets, before your bitch ass be missing
Or slid up under some'ing swoll up, and blacked out
Better give me fifty feet, 'fore I make your lights out
[Hook]
I done had enough, of you niggas
Eyes wide open, I ain't trusting you niggas
Me and Lil' Trae, bout to bust on you niggas
Prepare for the worst of the worst, when I'm rushing you niggas
(I done had enough, of you niggas
Eyes wide open, never trusting you niggas
Me and Mack Biggers, bout to bust on you niggas
Load the clip finna trip when I'm rushing you niggas, had enough of you
Niggas)
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