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



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Jay W. Jenkins, Brock F. Korsan, Ronald N. La Tour, Tazumi Toyoshima
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