Hanging With Wolves

歌詞

Banger DJ on the beat so it's a banger They in my business, they tryna treat me like a menace, they tryna turn me down You know I'm different, I'm walking around with my skinnies, I'm Saint Laurent down Saying "he stable", that nigga had got off the table so we had to calm down Come to the 'Raq with a rack, you think I'm dramatic, you niggas get shot down Went outta town, they say I had a warrant for a murder, that shit gotta die down I'm like ta-da, nigga had put up his work, that nigga had got down Can't hide no body around, can't hide no thotty around, 'cause niggas gon' bail out When he was balling, I had to go sit down and wait on my turn before we had fell out And I was standing my ground, I ain't have nobody around, I'm fighting assault I had a deadly weapon, I had a Smith and Weston, but I got caught I got Sam for all my cases, you know damn well he getting me off Better do hair and nails, you better go pull off a scam to get me out I done did street shit to a street nigga and every time I ain't get caught I had a best friend with a best friend, she a lesbian on dope I got my gas in, I went to the Westin, I ain't go to the Trump Keep it a buck, I was just listening to Gucci and Jeezy, I ain't listen to Pump You a killer, you ride with wolves, why you tell 'em we not into it? Park the car, they gon' jump out the door Catch you slipping, you get a reward And they snatching my people for it Got the keys, Alicia know it Geeking, Addy up, hitting the wood In that cat with the Drac' out the door Oh, woah, woah Why you telling niggas we into it? Why you telling niggas we going to war? I don't even know about them boys (Oh, woah, woah) Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars We ain't tryna make peace with them boys Niggas know what they did and they (Woah, woah, woah) Whenever it's war, then you gotta move You send in your homie, you cut on the news And I don't even talk, I'm so confused (Woah, woah, woah) You getting indicted from the computer I don't even talk about no rumors I pay rent, they're my shooters (Oh, woah, woah) In the trenches, you don't get a scholarship A delivery, you sold to the cop or some You remember, you hop in the car with them Chase some hoes, you know I ain't gon' bother them On parole, on the road with my partner 'nem You reload, reload, get outta there He ain't got it, you know that he outta there Inside the track, it's a red car No cap, and I'm rapping my ass off Sipping a four with my pants off it making me feel like a grandpa You can go have you a shootout, don't mean you ain't a killer, 'cause you ain't gon' land one Nigga be bringing up pushing, be around bushes, I'ma go lay in one Niggas be pussy, bringing up shit they ain't do, that's why I don't be saying nun Back in the day, with his mask and his MAC in his lap, we ain't toting no handgun Back in the day, with his head in his lap from the MAC, I went to Cancun I didn't report last time I went to court, I took my last shroom Hop on the back of the Benji, I want some candy When you be bringing up high speed, you need a red key I'm the type to hop on a flight with a warrant, you gotta catch me I'm the type to pop me a pill with a orange juice, don't catch me Oh, woah, woah Why you telling niggas we into it? Why you telling niggas we going to war? I don't even know about them boys (Oh, woah, woah) Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars We ain't tryna make peace with them boys Niggas know what they did and they (Woah, woah, woah) Whenever it's war, then you gotta move You send in your homie, you cut on the news And I don't even talk, I'm so confused (Woah, woah, woah) You getting indicted from the computer I don't even talk about no rumors I pay rent, they in my shoes (Oh, woah, woah) DJ on the beat so it's a banger