I Ain't Hiding

[Intro]

(Dubba-AA flexin')

Probably in yo city, yeah

[Verse 1]

Private number call my phone say that I'ma kill ya

I told that nigga I ain't hiding, I'm probably in yo city

I keep it with me, pull up on me and shit gone get wicked

All this shit these niggas doing I swear that I don't feel them

11 thousand 'round my neck and that's just up in chains

10 bands up in my pocket fresh up out the bank

You ain't my roun pussy nigga, you don't feel my pain

This shit I spit on tracks straight facts

It ain't a fucking game

It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave

I walk on stage, thousand people screamin' my name

He probably think I owed him something

I don't owe him a thing (nah)

Bitch, you gone make me show you something

You go against the grain

Send my niggas to bust you up since you think that I'm playing

One night we hit two back to back

Like nigga what you sayin'? (Nigga what you sayin'?)

I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from 'cross the track

Catch you slippin' down bad and we gone bust your ass (bust your ass)

My OG say 'cause you'll shoot that don't make you a man

It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam (jam)

This for my niggas dead and gone and the ones in the can

I'ma forever hold it down, forever take a stand

[Chorus]

You say you looking for me, nigga?

I ain't hiding 'bout it

Drop yo nuts and play with me, get touched

I could bet 5 on it

That's on my mama, all us 'bout that drama (bitch, we slanging iron 'bout it)

Reppin' like you step, we really spare (these niggas lying 'bout it)

50 round choppa for whoever want it

You know how we comin'

Run up on ya, put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya

Shit get gutta, gotta stay up on it

Never know who out to get ya

Better watch yo homies

[Verse 2]

Wake up every morning tryna get a dollar (dollar)

When you down and ain't got nothing

They ain't got no holla

Gotta get this shit for my lil' boys

Gotta get it for my mama

You better not short me out my money

I want every dollar (or else)

I'ma bust yo fucking head 'cause I don't play that

We gone load up with them cuttas

We gone swerve where you stay at

Can't keep hitting the block like this, YoungBoy

Too many people on that

I don't give a motherfuck

Ain't stopping 'til I get my shit back (believe that)

Nigga said spin again when the sun down

All night we gone wait 'til he come out

See his ass, hop out on him with the Glock out

What it is?

It's a man down

Where I'm from I was taught never stand down

Once my youngin spin, believe I'm coming back around

Suppressor on the front take away the sound (suppressor on the front take away the sound)

[Chorus]

You say you looking for me, nigga?

I ain't hiding 'bout it (I ain't hide)

Drop yo nuts and play with me, get touched

I could bet 5 on it

That's on my mama, all us 'bout that drama (bitch, we slanging iron 'bout it)

Reppin' like you step, we really spare (these niggas lying 'bout it)

50 round choppa for whoever want it

You know how we comin'

Run up on ya, put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya

Shit get gutta, gotta stay up on it

Never know who out to get ya

Better watch yo homie