Referee

Koast Paupa got beats, makin' history 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 niggas don't hang If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring And I'ma die for my respect Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs Nigga, I'ma die for my respect Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs What you know about pain? Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game I lost my nigga to some gunshots Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun I know my momma worried 'bout her son But these niggas know it momma I am not the one We ain't tripin' off no nerds Nigga make a move, we ain't trippin' off no words Bitch I got money, I ain't trippin' off yo' 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 Thinkin' shit a game, you ain't trippin' off yo' 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 Say they want me dead, gotta watch for the vultures You niggas never emptying them guns you just loader I try to tell DaBoii keep your eyes open They gon' try an knock you off so keep that iron on you 'Cause I rather slide wit' you not to slide for you And keep killin' on the 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 niggas don't hang If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring And I'ma die for my respect Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs Nigga, I'ma die for my respect Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs What you know about pain? Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game I lost my nigga to some gunshots Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun I know my momma worried 'bout her son But these niggas know it momma I am not the one I'ma die for my respect Slidin' gang members hoppin' out wit' 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 naw bitch I ain't for none Wit' this Glock 27, I'll take a nigga lung Heard niggas want beef, I'll cater it for fun We ain't playin' wit' you niggas, might as well stop talkin' Fuck coppin' pleas lil' nigga stop callin' Broke ass nigga, find a hustle, start ballin' We want all the smoke yeah bitch we wan't all it Over T.O. bitch I'm trippin' long clip Scottie Pippin Speakin' on lil' brodie you gon' have to pay a visit All up in yo' section, I ain't askin' for permission Bullets wit' my name on it pussy nigga 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 niggas don't hang If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring And I'ma die for my respect Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs Nigga, I'ma die for my respect Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs What you know about pain? Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game I lost my nigga to some gunshots Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun I know my momma worried 'bout her son But these niggas know it momma I am not the one