I Ain't Hiding

Probably in your city, yeah

Private number call my phone, say that I'ma kill you

I told that **** I ain't hiding, I'm probably in your city

I keep it with me, pull up on me and shit gon' get wicked

All this shit these **** doing, I swear that I don't feel 'em

Eleven thousand 'round my neck and that's just up in chains

Ten bands up in my pocket, fresh up out the bank

You ain't my roun, pussy ****, you don't feel my pain

This shit I spit on tracks straight facts, it ain't a fucking game

It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave

I walk on stage, thousand people screaming my name

He probably think I owed him something, I don't owe him a thing

Bitch, you gon' make me show you something, you go against the grain

Send my **** to bust you up since you think that I'm playing

One night, we hit two back to back like, ****, what you saying?

I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from 'cross the track

Catch you slipping down bad and we gon' bust your ass

My O.G.'s say 'cause you a shoot, that don't make you a man

It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam

This for my **** dead and gone and the one's in the can

I'ma forever hold it down, forever take a stand

You say you looking for me, ****? I ain't hiding 'bout it

Drop your nuts and play with me, get touched, I could bet five on it

That on my mama, all us 'bout that drama, bitch, we slanging iron 'bout it

Repping like you step, we really spare, these **** lying 'bout it

Fifty round chopper for whoever want it, you know how we coming

Run up on you, put this bitch up on you, put this bitch up on you

If shit get gutta, gotta step on it

Never know who out to get you, better watch your homies

Wake up every morning tryna get a dollar

When you down and ain't got nothing, they ain't got no holler

Gotta get this shit for my lil' boys, gotta get it for my mama

But you best not short me out my money, I want every dollar, or else

I'ma bust your fucking head 'cause I don't play that

We gon' load up with them cutters, we gon' swerve where you stay at

Can't keep hitting the block like this Youngboy, too many people on that

I don't give a motherfuck, ain't stopping till I get my shit back, believe that

**** said spin again when the sun down

All night, we gon' wait till he come out

See his ass hop out on him with the Glock out

What it is? It's a man down

Where I'm from, I was taught never stand down

Once my youngin spin, believe I'm coming back 'round

Suppressor on the front take away the sound

You say you looking for me, ****? I ain't hiding 'bout it

Drop your nuts and play with me, get touched, I could bet five on it

That on my mama, all us 'bout that drama, bitch, we slanging iron 'bout it

Repping like you step, we really spent, these **** lying 'bout it

Fifty round chopper for whoever want it, you know how we coming

Run up on you, put this bitch up on you, put this bitch up on you

This shit get gutta, gotta step on it

Never know who out to get you, better watch your homie, yeah