Referee (feat. DaBoii)

Nowadays all these bitches want me for some fame

That's why I don't trust 'em, I just pass 'em to the gang

We be slidin' through them jets where you **** don't hang

If a **** want smoke, then that's what we gon' bring

And I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

****, I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

What you know about pain?

Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game

I lost my **** to some gunshots

Now we slidin', tryna make a **** lungs stop

I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son

And the cops wonder why a **** got a gun

I know my mama worried 'bout her son

But these **** know it, Mama, I am not the one

We ain't trippin' off no nerds

**** make a move, we ain't trippin' off no words

Bitch, I got money, I ain't trippin' off your purse

And the Lord know my heart, so I ain't trippin' off no church

I ain't trippin' off no sins that I know that I committed

I ain't trippin' off the pen

Think your shit a game, you ain't trippin' off your head

Brodie bro be off them drugs, he be trippin' off the Meg

They say I wear my heart on my shoulder

Now straight up in the wind, so my heart got colder

Said they want me dead, gotta watch for them vultures

You **** never emptyin' them guns, you just loader

I try to tell Daboii keep your eyes open

They gon' try and knock you off, so keep that iron on you

'Cause I rather slide with you, not slide for you

And keep killin' on them verses 'cause we countin' on you

(Nowadays) ****, all these bitches want me for some fame

That's why I don't trust 'em, I just pass 'em to the gang

We be slidin' through them jets where you **** don't hang

If a **** want smoke, then that's what we gon' bring

And I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

****, I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

What you know about pain?

Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game

I lost my **** to some gunshots

Now we slidin', tryna make a **** lungs stop

I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son

And the cops wonder why a **** got a gun

I know my mama worried 'bout her son

But these **** know it, Mama, I am not the one

I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

Up top, aimin', ain't no reason for a vest

What we spent on these guns, half of y'all would be in debt

So stop talkin' like you slidin' when you know you ain't that dumb

Try and take my chain, nah, bitch, I ain't for none

With this Glock 27, I take a **** lung

Heard **** want beef, I cater it for fun

We ain't playin' with you ****, might as well stop talkin'

Fuck coppin', please, lil' ****, stop callin'

Broke-ass ****, find a hustle, start ballin'

We want all the smoke, yeah, bitch, we want all it

Over T.O., bitch, I'm trippin', long clip, Scottie Pippen

Speakin' on Lil Brodie, you won't have to pay a visit

All up in your section, I ain't askin' for permission

Bullets with my name on it, pussy ****, come and send it, bitch

Nowadays all these bitches want me for some fame

That's why I don't trust 'em, I just pass 'em to the gang

We be slidin' through them jets where you **** don't hang

If a **** want smoke, then that's what we gon' bring

And I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

****, I'ma die for my respect

Slide, gang members hoppin' out with TECs

What you know about pain?

Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game

I lost my **** to some gunshots

Now we slidin', tryna make a **** lungs stop

I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son

And the cops wonder why a **** got a gun

I know my mama worried 'bout her son

But these **** know it, Mama, I am not the one