When I Hear Some sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't gon' lie, this muf*cka classic right here. I ain't even gon' lie to you, I ain't gon' lie, when I hear the music man that sh*t, that sh*t slap, that sh*t give me the chills, you feel me? I know y'all know that muf*ckin' feeling you feel me. Muf*ckas spitting that real, you feel me? Or a muf*cka gassing, you feel me? Muf*cka get goosebumps, you feel me? That's how I be feeling, you feel me? When I hear something, you feel me? That's something serious. This sh*t right here, this sh*t something serious. n*gga pay attention n*gga, on the gang

[Verse]
And what you b*tch n*ggas saying?
I'll slide down and leave a b*tch n*gga nameless
Oh, or leave a b*tch n*gga famous
A hundrеd something shots a make a n*gga hit the matrix
A hundrеd something shots a make a n*gga count his blessings
OT with the, now I'm up like I'm restless
She like, "You just wanna get your nut." b*tch you guessed it
Well sh*t, let's get straight to the point since you said it
Uh, ol' smart ass b*tch
Catch me a opp then his car getting flipped
n*gga, who you startling with?
Shout out SOB they are part of the clique on the gang
Watch how I pick this sh*t up n*gga, right where I left off
n*gga on the gang n*gga, I ain't never left
n*gga watch this
b*tch it's DaBoii, I'm the heart of the clique
Still in the streets though I'm scarfing and sh*t
Boy your ray fake and I'm stars in the city
n*gga you a ho, not far from a b*tch
When I hear the music, I get my groove on
They been waiting for me to drop, it's been too long
I like my Glocks all black never two toned
I been sh*tting on you n*ggas get my poop on
Turn the roof on, I meant take it down
Put a, on a, it won't make a sound
Put me, in a, I won't make a sound
And I ain't talkin' sirloin what we stacking now
I ain't talking 'bout a plan when we plot n*gga
Like bruh was too heavy, drop the n*gga
Coulda got the n*gga gone he had gonner wit' 'em
Yeah it's tints on the buffs but I'm watching n*ggas
n*gga you ain't getting high, that's a Black & Mild
n*gga shout out to the real 'cause we back in style
My white boy pale as sh*t, still be blacking out
If you wanna make me proud, bring me back a thou'
Wanna have me satisfied? Bring me back ten
And If I don't got that strap, f*ck it, back hand
Shook my ex in the club hmm back spin
b*tch don't pull off yet, King ain't strapped in
I ain't coming to the club ain't no straps in
I thought you cared about your life? Why you lack then?
Point this b*tch at your foot, n*gga tap dance
Get on the beat and I eat like a fat man
Or get on when I eat like I'm Pac-Man
n*gga strictly only brothers, I don't have friends
Wanna come to the V? n*gga tap in
All my n*ggas stand in tar like we sacked Sims
And you can turn this b*tch off b*tch I'm still going
Tucked a, in my drawls, b*tch it's still showing
I ain't smoked since last night b*tch I'm still loaded
All I do is pop a Perc, now I feel focused
What the f*ck is a goat? b*tch I eat them
And if that sh*t was on the floor you would sleep in
I'll put the strap down, we can be men
But you still a whole b*tch, let that sink in
When I lost Shied, made my heart bleed
Make him come up out his chain and his car keys
This ain't no mothaf*ckin zan this a RP
Still be f*cking with them Crips ah, RP
Boy your Benz a '05, you is not stunting
n*gga I'll double back, I forgot something
I got love for the streets, learned a lot from it
n*gga even til' this day on the block thugging
n*gga I can never slip, on the block clutching
Ain't no sign on this here, still a stop something
How y'all n*ggas want smoke but y'all not puffing
From the front to the back they like stop cutting
Yeah, b*tch I'm back on
n*gga shout out to the Glock, that's my backbone
b*tch I'm way too turnt to make a sad song
Why the f*ck you in the field if your strap home?
b*tch