What They Told Me lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better have a Gen, 'cause, b*tch, we comin', f*ck I look like runnin'?
They come through, drop fifty shots, we come back, drop a hundred
That smoke, n*gga, I ain't done yet, turn a n*gga straight to zombies
Long as I got that pape', they'll do whatever to get up on me
Bet a n*gga'll die lil' brodie, you can't, you're not my homie
Tweaked out, rich n*gga problems, I'm drinkin', dropped the Rollie
Bet we gon' see about 'em, 'member what they told me

[Verse]
Huh, big fat blunt
Fly to Cali to get some 'za, big bag of Runtz
Bro say he don't smoke Backwoods, we gotta grab a Crush
Whip out the blicky, he got tough, I had to back him up
In the club, I send a Mack Truck, this a pack-a-punch
Too many hoes want us in the club, so I had to grab a bunch
This a stepper party, nothin' but killers, step your ass inside
Think you're brave enough to go against us, you'll be unalive
I don't really cry when I see death no more, only sometimes
See an opp n*gga head, we beat on it just like a drumline
She like, "It take too long when you beat on it, can you just c*m now?"
Don't get up, b*tch, take a seat on it, no, don't you run now
Know she love it when I beat on it
n*ggas don't be on bullsh*t out in public 'cause they know we on it
Why you think you tough? 'Cause you got a gun and you don't even be on it
n*ggas full on cap, bro 'nem already took his strap
We sent his ass to the underland if you wanna know where your brother at
[Chorus]
Yeah, you better have a Gen, 'cause, b*tch, we comin', f*ck I look like runnin'?
They come through, drop fifty shots, we come back, drop a hundred
That smoke, n*gga, I ain't done yet, turn a n*gga straight to zombies
Long as I got that pape', they'll do whatever to get up on me
Bet a n*gga'll die lil' brodie, you can't, you're not my homie
Tweaked out, rich n*gga problems, I'm drinkin', dropped the Rollie
Bet we gon' see about 'em, 'member what they told me