Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, swish, swish, yeah, yuh
[Verse 1]
Testin', testin', niggas is stressin'
Puffin' they chest and (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Run off with they whores now they takin' shots
It feel like a Western (Yeah, yeah)
Now check out the drip (Drip, drip)
I never looked like the next man
I check out they shit (Shit, shit)
It ain't me, I ain't investin' (Hol' up)
Never a hater, gotta go harder, gotta be greater
A jealousy danger (Why)
They want an enemy, gettin' this cake up (Hol' up)
Bitch, I don't finesse, I just put in the work
Most of y'all be in y'all feelings
You grinnin' but you don't address, you should put on the skrt (Swish)
Bitch man (Yeah, yeah), cut it, switch blade
Energy gotta be right (Yeah)
I need a baddie, fast ass
Inner jeans gotta be right (Yeah, yeah)
I can't be callin' her wife (Nope)
If she got the cake in but don't got the character
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"TESTING" is a song by Stro from the album Nice 2 Meet You, Again, released in 2018.
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Stro →That shit could ruin yo life
They wonder why I go harder (Harder)
Comin' up, I had it harder (Harder)
Not even daddy could feel these shoes
I'ma take a step farther (Hol' up)
Son, fuck 'em if they disrespect
Foot up on these nigga's necks
I'm a God, this a test
[Chorus]
Why they mad? Testin'
Why they mad? Testin'
All facts, no flexin'
All facts, no flexin'
Why they mad? Testin'
Why they-? Testin'
Fly God, no question
No luck, just blessings
Why they mad? Testin'
Why they mad? Testin'
All facts, no flexin' (No flexin')
All facts, no flexin'
Okay, these hatin' ass niggas tryna see a nigga swag
When you try and be your best, they gon' put you to the test like
[Verse 2]
Yeah, me, I don't bother nobody
Play the corner with a hottie
Damn, look at these assholes
They just wanna side eye me (Swish, swish)
That ain't no thing, I come from the part of the world where they bangin' (Yeah)
Fresh off the block, I'm new to the game
Somebody tell me why they usin' the slang? (Why?)
Why they abusin' the slang? (Why?)
Man, this shit feel like a joke (Joke)
Rap, now they want smoke (Smoke)
Chain all in your throat (In your throat)
Brooklyn nigga gotta keep his cool
They depend on me for them jewels
Can't be actin' like no fool
I ain't changed, shamed one but they too different (Yeah)
Three eyes, my view different (Yeah, yeah)
Ghost, I be on the grind, yeah
All my reward divine, yeah
Ayy, choppin' the ladder, now later if you wasn't there for the climb, yeah (Swish, swish)
Ayy, either you hittin' or hatin', man
Y'all need to make up your mind (Swish, swish)
These nigga moody though (Yeah), I keep myself in the studio
No fun, I twist some then take it to the head, coolio (Yeah, ayy)
Ain't believe now I gotta show you, ayy
Niggas see the come up, then start actin' like they know you
Hol' up
[Outro]
Why they mad? Testin'
Why they mad? Testin'
All facts, no flexin'
All facts, no flexin'
Why they mad? Testin'
Why they-? Testin'
Fly God, no question
No luck, just blessings
Why they mad? Testin'
Why they mad? Testin'
All facts, no flexin' (no flexin')
All facts, no flexin'
Okay, these hatin' ass niggas tryna see a nigga swag
When you try and be your best, they gon' put you to the test like
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