Referee lyrics

[Intro]
(Koast)
(Paupa got beats, makin' history on God)

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Nowadays all these b*tches 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 n*ggas don't hang
If a n*gga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
n*gga, I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
What you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my n*gga to some gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna make a n*gga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a n*gga got a gun
I know my momma worried 'bout her son
But these n*ggas know it, momma, I am not the one

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
We ain't trippin' off no nerds
n*gga, make a move, we ain't trippin' off no words
b*tch, I got money, I ain't trippin' off your 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' sh*t a game, you ain't trippin' off your head
Brodie bro be off them drugs, he be trippin' off the meds
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 n*ggas never emptying them guns you just loader
I try to tell DaBoii keep your eyes open
They gon' try and knock you off so keep that iron on you
'Cause I'd rather slide with you, not slide for you
And keep killin' all them verses 'cause we countin' on you
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Nowadays all these b*tches 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 n*ggas don't hang
If a n*gga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
n*gga, I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
What you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my n*gga to some gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna make a n*gga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a n*gga got a gun
I know my momma worried 'bout her son
But these n*ggas know it, momma, I am not the one

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
Up top aimin', ain't no reason for a vest
What we spent on these guns half of y'all be in debt
So stop talkin' like you slidin' when you know you ain't that dumb
Try and take my chain, nah, b*tch, I ain't for nothing
With this GLOCK 27 I'll take a n*gga lung
Heard n*ggas want beef, I'll cater it for fun
We ain't playin' with you n*ggas, might as well stop talkin'
f*ck coppin' pleas, lil' n*gga, stop callin'
Broke ass n*gga, find a hustle, start ballin'
We want all the smoke, yeah, b*tch, we want all it
Over T.O., b*tch, I'm trippin', long clip, Scottie Pippen
Speakin' on lil' brodie, you gon' have to pay a visit
All up in your section, I ain't askin' for permission
Bullets with my name on it, pus*y n*gga, come and send it, b*tch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Nowadays all these b*tches 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 n*ggas don't hang
If a n*gga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
n*gga, I'ma die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with TECs
What you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my n*gga to some gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna make a n*gga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a n*gga got a gun
I know my momma worried 'bout her son
But these n*ggas know it, momma, I am not the one