lil jairmy - figure me out lyrics
[intro]
just pay the guy
[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t built like that, that’s the reason that they all gettin’ k!lled like that
heard you had a little pressure build up, godd-mn, why you ain’t tell me that you feel like that?
in the street, sh-t real, sh-t gettin’ so real, n-gga gettin’ hit, spin like that
now the sh-t gettin’ weird, real, real weird, i done found out my dog’s a rat (yeah)
when sh-t get real, these n-ggas gon’ tell, i don’t really like to talk like that
playin’ games in the trenches, in another n-gga business, you can get knocked off like that
can’t catch that sale, n-gga might be the 12, f-ck let ’em into the trap? (yeah, yeah)
now the feds tryna figure me out (figure me out), ’cause they know i ain’t get it from rap (yeah)
[verse 1]
ahh-ahh, i stayed down, put the clique on the map
i had run up a brick in the trap
i had started this sh-t with some scr-ps (scr-ps, ahh-ahh)
i was shootin’ up sh-t ‘fore the rap
goin’ on missions, extensions in straps
k!ll a b-tch, we don’t shoot in the air (ahh-ahh)
when it’s drama, it won’t make no difference, you know that my bl!cky gon’ clap
a bunch of extensions, when it come time for the business, you know that i’m bustin’ a strap
save the hundreds and fifties, i hit the club with the twenties and i throw the sh-t in the air
and they ain’t never did it, the way that a young n-gga trippin’, they know that my jewelry is rare
designer, everything vintage, dior on my tennis, i might just rock two different pair
my line up so d-mn vicious, my b-tch -ss so fat that she barely can sit in a chair
we havin’ sticks in the club every time that we in it, promoters, they don’t even care
i know this b-tch fallin’ in love the way that i hit it, i dig in and pull on her hair
[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t built like that, that’s the reason that they all gettin’ k!lled like that
heard you had a little pressure build up, godd-mn, why you ain’t tell me that you feel like that?
in the street, sh-t real, sh-t gettin’ so real, n-gga gettin’ hit, spin like that
now the sh-t gettin’ weird, real, real weird, i done found out my dog’s a rat (yeah)
when sh-t get real, these n-ggas gon’ tell, i don’t really like to talk like that
playin’ games in the trenches, in another n-gga business, you can get knocked off like that
can’t catch that sale, n-gga might be the 12, f-ck let ’em into the trap? (yeah, yeah)
now the feds tryna figure me out (figure me out), ’cause they know i ain’t get it from rap (yeah)
[verse 2]
i ain’t never met a k!ller that talk ’bout the k!llin’
these n-ggas ain’t k!llers, they want some attention
we get at these n-ggas, they send us to prison
don’t leave a witness, we finished the mission
the judge give you life when these n-ggas start snitchin’
put my dawg on the charge ’cause that young n-gga ig’nant
and he keep a pole like he goin’ fishin’
sn-tchin’ the soul of a young n-gga with it
i get in the bowl and do a three-sixty
i ain’t got time to be catchin’ no feelings
drop d-ck on these hoes and then i go missin’
is you in a gang or you independent?
do you slang them k’s or you just be chillin’?
do you stack it up or f-ck off on them b-tches?
the last n-gga played, is he dead or he livin’?
tryna make a mil’ of vacuum sealin’
i just be stackin’ it up to the ceilin’
i bought all my cars off dealin’
sellin’ that crack in the back of the buildin’
play with that sack, it’s a wrap, we gon’ k!ll him
back-to-back, get them backends, call him scrilla
breakin’ this ho from the back and she pushin’ me back
finna give this b-tch back to her n-gga, yeah
[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t built like that, that’s the reason that they all gettin’ k!lled like that
heard you had a little pressure build up, godd-mn, why you ain’t tell me that you feel like that?
in the street, sh-t real, sh-t gettin’ so real, n-gga gettin’ hit, spin like that
now the sh-t gettin’ weird, real, real weird, i done found out my dog’s a rat (yeah)
when sh-t get real, these n-ggas gon’ tell, i don’t really like to talk like that
playin’ games in the trenches, in another n-gga business, you can get knocked off like that
can’t catch that sale, n-gga might be the 12, f-ck let ’em into the trap? (yeah, yeah)
now the feds tryna figure me out (figure me out), ’cause they know i ain’t get it from rap (yeah)
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