Ain't Heard Bout You

These rappers is actors, they life is in scenes (Cut, cut, cut) You catch me in traffic, got pipes with the beams Got so many clips that I could make a movie Herb got the Uzi up under the Coogi Them niggas with you they look like some goofys Gon try to rob me, you gon have to shoot me Nigga tryna rob me? That will never happen Keep my Smith & Wesson Hollows to his chest some one call a reverend Taught that boy a lesson, here come 911 Step right over here check him if you ain't check him Four nickles jam, damn he caught a blessing Better not come through flexing all my niggas reckless If you looking for us, just pull up on Essex I trap on the corner no matter the weather A stack for the sweater, I trap in Margielas Shooters they with me they pack a Baretta She let me fuck from the back when I met her That .357 will send you to heaven These niggas is tellin my niggas is felons My bitches dyking like they name was Ellen Laughing at niggas like they name was Kevin Aye, codeine what I'm sipping, gas what I'm inhaling Posto what you smelling Rollin up dutches in the living room got my momma yelling Chill out, why you trippin, fuckin up my session? Here a couple 100's go watch channel 7 Momma knew I was the man since I was 7 Therefore she don't give a damn about the present I hop on the track, you could see what I'm spitting You niggas wouldn't believe how I'm living I don't think they could take the heat in the kitchen I pray my young niggas get freed out the prison My block is hot, the police is tripping My niggas savage, don't need a religion I see niggas oppin then I'm going shopping I pop out the cut then I'm squeezing and dipping Hah, and we call that completing the mission You know everywhere we go got like 2 or 3 poles Shoot the bitches if you look suspicous Play with me, you gon sleep with the fishes No them killers don't shoot from a distance And them niggas ain't leaving no witness Eat up tracks man this beat was delicious That fuck nigga ain't gon shoot Niggas is cappin, they say that they savage But I ain't heard nothin bout you That fuck nigga ain't gon shoot They say that they trappin, they claim that they got it But I ain't heard nothin bout you Before me and Bibby had verses and show money pilling We were just young niggas wyling Even though I be rapping about murders and violence When the police come, I'm silent Louie V on my shirt, Gabana my shades Versace my belt, I be stylin Your bitch says she in love with my "Hot Nigga" verse Now she sucking my dick from freestyling I'm still puttin on for my city Fuck niggas rapping like Bibby Still ride around with my glizzy Pull up and do a nigga like Ricky Said you can't get out of this game End up murked like Caine Y'all niggas be looking like stains Yung Berg I'll take a nigga chain That fuck nigga ain't gon shoot Niggas is cappin, they say that they savage But I ain't heard nothin bout you That fuck nigga ain't gon shoot They say that they trappin, they claim that they got it But I ain't heard nothin bout youn