Seen It All

(Lala on the beat) I done seen it all, my niggas heartless, we do hits regardless Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin' We gon' risk it all, for my dog, you gon' get stuffed in coffins We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, tay block, we get active Ain't no lingerin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on I leave that bitch alone, no call, no textin' I don't wanna stretch her Lil' bitch, leave me 'lone, lil' ho, you messy She tryna dance with devils We turn our bully on, them switches active Know they shoot the fastest (wait, what?) Lil' brodie ain't givin' no passes Walkin' you down, it's a tragic (wait, what?) They say that they block is the realest I know that them niggas some bitches (wait, what?) Your man, he the jake, he a witness He pointin' people out in them pictures (wait, what?) Lil' bro and them stood on the business You know they known to get wicked My niggas is vicious, you know that we deep in the trenches I ain't duckin' no issue, we comin' to get you These slugs'll touch you, we leave you in public I slide with the muscle, you know that's my brother Got Boonie on the side of me, you that he clutchin' That Draco be bustin', you know that it's Russian I done seen it all, my niggas heartless, we do hits regardless Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin' We gon' risk it all, for my dog, you gon' get stuffed in coffins We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, tayblock, we get active Ain't no lingerin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on I leave that bitch alone, no call, no textin' I don't wanna stretch her Lil' bitch, leave me 'lone, lil' ho, you messy She tryna dance with devils (gang, gang, gang) We in traffic in that fast shit, I'm with twin and Dede 'nem (gang) R.I.P. J-money dummy, GDK for GD 'nem (gang) Belt boys, put belt to ass Nigga, fuck the dump, we don't be with them (belt boys, bah) Gave them niggas on the low end a pass, my people be with them Heard the feds listenin', shh, zay don't rap about them switches (shh) My opps be on fan shit, ah ha, you on a mission (ah ha) I feel like I'm big bank, I be speakin' facts, I stopped the dissin' Opps be playin' OT, them niggas ain't popped out in a minute Gang, foenem in the county, they got on your homie ass She like "Zay, you got rich, you can't speak with your lil' phony ass" Opps facetime me, yellin' through my phone, I know they homie died We took out your main nigga, he the only one that'll slide, glah I done seen it all, my niggas heartless, we do hits regardless Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin' We gon' risk it all, for my dog, you gon' get stuffed in coffins We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, tayblock, we get active Ain't no lingerin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on I leave that bitch alone, no call, no textin' I don't wanna stretch her Lil' bitch, leave me 'lone, lil' ho, you messy She tryna dance with devils