Referee

Koast

[Yhung T.O.:]
Now days all these bitches want me for some fame
That's why I don't trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang
We be sliding through them jets where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my respect
Sliding, gang members hopping out with' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my respect
Sliding, gang members hopping out with' TECs
What you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my nigga to some gunshots
Now we sliding tryna make a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurting 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma worried 'bout her son
But these niggas know it momma I am not the one

We ain't triping off no nerds
Nigga make a move, we ain't tripping off no words
Bitch I got money, I ain't tripping off yo' purse
And the Lord know my heart so I ain't tripping off no church
I ain't tripping off no sins that I know that I committed
I ain't tripping off the pen
Thinking shit a game, you ain't tripping off yo' head
Brodie bro be off them drugs, he be tripping off the meg
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 niggas never emptying them guns you just loader
I try to tell DaBoii keep your eyes open
They gon' try an knock you off so keep that iron on you
'Cause I rather slide with' you not to slide for you
And keep killing on the verses 'cause we counting on you

Now days all these bitches want me for some fame
That's why I don't trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang
We be sliding through them jets where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my respect
Sliding, gang members hopping out with' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my respect
Sliding, gang members hopping out with' TECs
What you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my nigga to some gunshots
Now we sliding tryna make a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurting 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma worried 'bout her son
But these niggas know it momma I am not the one

[DaBoii:]
I'ma die for my respect
Sliding gang members hopping out with' TECs
Up top aiming ain't no reason for a vest
What we spent on these guns half of y'all would be in debt
So stop talking like you sliding when you know you ain't that dumb
Try and take my chain naw bitch I ain't for none
With' this Glock 27, I'll take a nigga lung
Heard niggas want beef, I'll cater it for fun
We ain't playing with' you niggas, might as well stop talking
Fuck copping pleas lil' nigga stop calling
Broke ass nigga, find a hustle, start balling
We want all the smoke yeah bitch we wan't all it
Over T.O. bitch I'm tripping long clip Scottie Pippin
Speaking on lil' brodie you gon' have to pay a visit
All up in yo' section, I ain't asking for permission
Bullets with' my name on it pussy nigga come and send it
Bitch!

[Yhung T.O.:]
Now days all these bitches want me for some fame
That's why I don't trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang
We be sliding through them jets where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my respect
Sliding, gang members hopping out with' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my respect
Sliding, gang members hopping out with' TECs
What you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my nigga to some gunshots
Now we sliding tryna make a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurting 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma worried 'bout her son
But these niggas know it momma I am not the one