“Exposin Me” lyrics

Look, ain't no exposin me
n*ggas say they out here but these n*ggas look like ghosts to me
You ain't kill nobody but keep talkin like you smokin me
Known around my city from 290 back to over east
LA died his ashes round my neck just like a rosary

Kill any n*gga that try to get over me
That's how it's posed to be
Glock 50 round with a beam I'ma hit any n*gga that try to get close to me
You know I'm clutchin I'm ready to catch me a body watch how you approachin me
He lookin for me he know where I'm at you would see me whereever them smokers be
Get in my bed with a 30 it's 1 in the head n*gga that's how you posed to sleep
Up in his yard in all black well I'm here then come out n*gga that's how you posed to creep
Everybody say they get money I look at they pictures you n*ggas is broke to me
n*ggas start shootin at n*ggas in 2018 n*gga that sh*t is old to me

Boy I been that n*gga since them n*ggas was home
You ain't start being official til everybody was gone
You gon need a couple bands for me to get on a song
Old friends steady throwing shade but if I kill em I'm wrong

He say it's beef gotta chopper I'm gone
I wanna f*ck I won't talk on the phone
I see a opp I'ma chalk em alone
I done shot so many opps in the dome
He wanna tweak on the net better leave me alone before I hit top with the chrome
I just might buy me a mid and then go and drill as soon as I pop it it's on
n*ggas talkin like they with it but they not around
Left him stankin in the ditches body wasn't found
Give him face shots with the tec and leave him outta bounds
Why you rappin like you drillin you stay outta town
When I wake up it's time to go drill as soon as I get me a ride
Slide through the opps anybody I spot then you know I'ma kill every n*gga outside
I caught him lackin he runnin and jumpin fences I guess he was tryna survive
I hit em up in the face in the neck in the chest b*tch you better be glad you alive

He wanna kill me then tell him to slide I'm smokin on him and his guys
I heard that you put a bag on my head tell ya killers come win em a prize
Everybody say that they want you to win but them n*ggas be fake in disguise
They tellin me I been quiet for a minute but f*ck all them n*ggas I'm tired

I ain't never duck no beef you know where I'm from b*tch I'm from King Drive
I was that one posted up on the map n*gga I ain't never play both sides
I'ma tell you like LA say "lil lame ass n*gga be quiet"
Screamin "f*ck ya homie he dead" opp n*ggas get deep fried uhh
I'm on the block with the mac .45
I see a opp hit his face both eyes
Just hit the b*tch I don't want no ties
My n*ggas up we don't play broke guys
You see me out better blow gotta k with a scope and all my n*ggas don't hide
I get the call it's a go and we comin fasho cuz all my n*ggas gon slide

Pour a four I'm sippin act I'm movin like a snail
Hit his bm from the back that pus*y got no smell
Get on any n*gga beat and eat it like rotell
Opps keep checkin' out this b*tch this ain't no damn hotel