CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : High Vibes
A n***a really just been tryna stay lowkey
But the opps keep f**kin' with me (They keep on f**kin')
And if it's beef, I'ma keep it in the motherf**kin' streets
Broad day when we meet, I'ma let off my heat
I'm too street for this industry, I got thug tendencies
N***as wanna finish me, but they ain't gonna finish me
Caught the n***a slippin' got to clippin' with this lemon squeeze (I'ma leave you dead)
.223's, AR-15's, it got the heated beams
I'm too drugged, b*t*h I'm crazy 'cause it got a n***a seeing things
Ran off with this choppa 'cause I hit him with a fifty piece
F**k them crackers 'cause them pu**y n***as wanna sentence me
I thought I killed him twice I had a murder epiphany
I be killin', I be drillin', like I'm in the dentistry
Got my b*t*h to set 'em up, while he was at the DoubleTree
If you owe me, b*t*h you better pay me or it's up with me
I ain't squashin' sh*t, if it's up, b*t*h it's stuck with me
B*t*h you know what happen, caught him lackin' out in traffic
Handguns and automatics saw 'em then I got to clappin'
Twenty-one shots up in this caddy, say that I'm a savage
Roll down the window like "what's crackin'?" and then it turn tragic
N***as ain't f**kin' with me (They ain't f**kin' with you)
Real-
But the opps keep f**kin' with me (They keep on f**kin')
And if it's beef, I'ma keep it in the motherf**kin' streets
Broad day when we meet, I'ma let off my heat
I'm too street for this industry, I got thug tendencies
N***as wanna finish me, but they ain't gonna finish me
Caught the n***a slippin' got to clippin' with this lemon squeeze (I'ma leave you dead)
.223's, AR-15's, it got the heated beams
I'm too drugged, b*t*h I'm crazy 'cause it got a n***a seeing things
Ran off with this choppa 'cause I hit him with a fifty piece
F**k them crackers 'cause them pu**y n***as wanna sentence me
I thought I killed him twice I had a murder epiphany
I be killin', I be drillin', like I'm in the dentistry
Got my b*t*h to set 'em up, while he was at the DoubleTree
If you owe me, b*t*h you better pay me or it's up with me
I ain't squashin' sh*t, if it's up, b*t*h it's stuck with me
B*t*h you know what happen, caught him lackin' out in traffic
Handguns and automatics saw 'em then I got to clappin'
Twenty-one shots up in this caddy, say that I'm a savage
Roll down the window like "what's crackin'?" and then it turn tragic
N***as ain't f**kin' with me (They ain't f**kin' with you)
Real-
