Trae

Trae - Fuck Wit Yall lyrics

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[Hook]

Why y'all, wanna fuck with us

We don't fuck with y'all, (fuck with y'all)

Run up on us, with that nothing

Nigga you gon be in the ground, (in the ground)

Soldiers, united for the cash

This is the battlefield (battlefield)

So all that bumping gums, and talking down

That shit'll get you killed (get you killed)

 

[Z-Ro]

I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo

We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo

All these other rap niggas, act so PH-banish

Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge

And each way with display, they got no back bone

They looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown

Cause we ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas

Glock cocked we hop out, and surprise on niggas

You in danger, I've never been a stranger to homicide

Cause in my hood, we kill eachother just to stay alive

It's Screwed, so I fuck with Rap-A-Lot but I'm still broke

Can't afford to stay in the 4 Seasons, but I still smoke

Why y'all niggas fucking with me, I wanna be free

But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me

Fuck that, I'm a Ridgemont 4 gangsta and I bust back

Southsi' for li' Familia, until I'm on my back

 

[Hook]

 

[Trae]

I'm a bonified soldier, in the G to the T

Motherfuckers be screaming murder, on T-R-A-E

Everyday when I grind, I gotta get it like it's my last breath

Fuck what them niggas thinking, hit my corner they mean death

The youngest of the Maab, but I'ma stomp like a big dog

Presidential be hating, now my glock saying fuck y'all

Ro pass the word, let me show em how it go

Cause I ain't playing with bitches, I'm disposing all of my foes

We M double A-B, S-L-A-B till I'm dead

Everynight I be on the edge, with a pump onside of my bed

Going retarded, cause niggas take this game for a joke

Eternally burning, I'm bout to put this bitch up in smoke

They must be on dope, thinking the court of law gon resolve it

If my brother Dinkie was here, I swear to God he would bomb it

Rest in peace to my niggas, that we lost in the field

For real, disrespect it and you gon fuck around and get killed

 

[Hook]

 

[Z-Ro]

Never slipping whether I'm smoking, and I'm dranking or not

Raising so much hell in the streets, niggas thinking demons is hot

Is in our blood it's in our body, it's in our soul

You Jesus don't let me click, cause if I lose it I might stroll

Right up on them Presidential niggas, read em they rights

Revenge or retaliation, or motherfucking gun fight

Now you done fucked with me, so it's a must that I fuck with you

How you gon sue me, and you bootlegging dude

 

[Trae]

Niggas be smoking, how the fuck you gon fuck with the Maab

I been repping since '96, from the booth to the Boulevard

We work hard paying dues, in this god damn game

And these broke ass bitch niggas, wanna roach off the name

Can't give a fuck about your team, or give a fuck if you was paid

The only thing I give a fuck about, is locked up in a cage

And I'm meaning what I scream, ain't no way to shut me up

Till you put me in a grave, and nigga I don't give a fuck I'm a asshole

 

[Hook]

 

Fuck with y'all...

In the ground...

Battlefield...

Get you killed...
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