We Gon See (feat. OGK.Zay)

Don't hit my phone when it turn past nine I don't got the time for the hoes and the ties Doing what I want I don't care for the eyes I done worked for my shit, you gon' see I have pride Say I got a ego, well of course cause I'm big shit Stompin' on they neck with my Timbs on some chill shit Sayin' that I'm open cause my heart is on my sleeve Matter of fact, f*ck that, that's the old me Yeah, That's the old Maad, who care about their feelings Checking on his friends, seeing what the deal is That's the old Maad, who care about a hoe Get pushed up on the ground and saying it's okay though nah Yeah I'm past that, vision all red you can see who I'm mad at Trying to be civil, nah man I'm past that Nigga think I'm soft, we gon' see after this though Turn me up Yeah There he go Talking on the neck, he ain't learn I guess Loaded up, chopper is his doctor, it's gon' seal his neck Saying he gon' push up on the gang, well I ain't see it yet He putting on a ski mask, nigga put on a fucking vest You said that was your opp right there, so Zay finna go collect the check He slide down in a Nike jacket, and put one bullet in his chest Aiming up then hit his neck, pussy better run my check I just ran that nigga pockets, lil homie can get the rest If I hear talk bout Zay nigga, say hello to my K nigga I swear when I catch you nigga, you dying today nigga When he see me he don't say shit, I think that's some fake shit Either you a pussy or a rat or a snake bitch Either you a pussy or a rat, we gon' air it out AK loaded up, nigga we gon' air it out Think before you speak nigga, I think that's what's best for you Chopper gon' hit his face, I don't care for the rest of you I'm the type to send a bitch and tell her go get info Thinking that you love the girl, but really she stay ten toes She asked if I love her, man I hit her with an N-O Check coming on Tuesday, I do this for my kinfolk Ayy you know these niggas out here tripping, so I gotta pack mine Yeah this chopper gon' make em run, I call them hoes max flies So I guess you bring my child round, cause you know that it's tax time But f*ck that hoe, holding up my money, bitch it's past time Next time that you spend a block, I promise that this Mac five And my pockets on that Boston grade, the way I feel like Tony Stark They like Zay, can you give me couple racks, I'm like f*ck no If that nigga want some money, matter of fact I'm generous Hold this K up on your head, bitch I thought you wanted it