They Be Talkin'

Niggas gon' die, they come wit' diss (I know)
For that weed, she suckin' dick (I know)
Catch a murder, self-defense (I know)
Free my dawgs behind the fence (I know)

You around me, nigga, don't post no pic (I know)
They don't say his name, but I know they sick (I know)
Fuck what you is, we go off-sets (I know)
That new Trackhawk, I got it matte

Yo' dawg had told, that shit a tech (I know)
He pillow talkin', that's a tech (I know)
No internet, nigga, where you at? (I know)
Uh, he gon' get caught, then put up a check (I know)

Watch how you talk when you talkin' 'em racks (nah)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (nah)
I was in that field, I was off that Dex (Osama)
They'll take you out for a pint of red (yes)

I know old heads that still the feds (yes)
We want the savages out the clan (yes)
Nuski died, that wasn't the plan (nah)
All that talk, but I know they fans (I know)

I know
(Mhm) bitch, I know
(Mmm) bitch, I know
(Mhm) bitch, I know
(Mmm) bitch, I

Where the thanks?
Y'all ain't happy that we made y'all famous? (Y'all ain't?)
We smokin' tookah
Don't use Rugers, I think these Glocks more dangerous (boom)

Most of the opps they really strangers
Swear to God, can't name 'em (can't name 'em)
They musta grew up in the 'burbs
You know that's out our ranges (that's out our range)

And all 'em niggas told on Rage
I'm like, "This shit outrageous" (this shit outrageous)
Lil' bro ain't know what he was doin'
Shit, he was just a baby (he's just a baby)

See where I'm from, they pass out guns
And they don't pass out bundles (nah)
And where I'm from, you got that sack
You better run, don't fumble

The first nigga that I popped was tall, like Mutombo (real tall)
Even though I know how to box, this ain't no Royal Rumble (not at all)
Call his homie ass John Cena, he thought I didn't see him (what?)
I upped this Glock, then rocked his boat
Now R.I.P. Aaliyah (boom-boom, boom-boom)

A faithful man, but all these prints, I'm lookin' like a cheetah
I'm up to bat, King Von up next, I think I'm Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
You miss yo' homie, talkin' crazy, well you finna meet him (finna meet him)
The jeweler man, a stupid man, I put him in the reefer, uh

Credit cards and Visas, uh, swipe soon as I meet her, uh
Ape shit, Caesar, uh, hop out, beat her, uh
Late night creepin', crumb pack stinkin' (what? What?)
What was he thinkin'? Police chase, leave 'em (What? Vroom)

(Mmm) I know, I know
(Mhm) I know, I know
(Mmm) I know they be talkin'
(Mmm) I know, I know they be flodgin'
(Mmm) I know