Текст песни Trae f Mack Biggers - Had Enough
Trae f Mack Biggers - Had Enough слова песни
[Trae]I been repping and running the block, since the age of my youthA gangsta guerilla go-getter, certified as a troopI done had it with niggaz, the only thing that I`m bringing is plexGot me feeling like Kobe Bryant, dumping off eight repping the WestGet off of me homie, cause I`ve been known to click on the coolI`m a damn fool, and ain`t no games fin to be played with the toolI`m sick, and I bet you niggaz just don`t want it with TraeCause if I pull it I`ma spray, and put a slug in your vertebraeMaabing you bitch niggaz, better get out the zoneOr else you fin to see me make my slugs, get out the chromeWhen that Mack get to spitting, you gon get out your homeI`m sick of telling you bitch niggaz, to get the fuck onI mean it, you motherfuckers better play your positionsRespect the code of the streets, before your bitch ass be missingOr slid up under some`ing swoll up, and blacked outBetter give me fifty feet, `fore I make your lights out[Hook]I done had enough, of you niggazEyes wide open, I ain`t trusting you niggazMe and Lil` Trae, bout to bust on you niggazPrepare for the worst of the worst, when I`m rushing you niggaz(I done had enough, of you niggazEyes wide open, never trusting you niggazMe and Mack Biggers, bout to bust on you niggazLoad the clip finna trip when I`m rushing you niggaz, had enough of youniggaz)[Mack Biggers]I done had enough of you fake cats, faking the MaabNow I plan on taking your job, or breaking you offTaking the chips and breaking your jaw, flaming your carWith cop killers, when invading your yardThat`s just a taste of the Maab, Mack Biggers was shot but I saved the bombAnd when I squeeze, only Jesus can save you boyNow what y`all know, about banging and robOr going state to state, slanging it rawSee me I play no games, and say no namesAnd I`m sick and tired of you niggaz, that play hoe gamesY`all so close to being dames, so if I say your nameBest believed it`s a bullet aiming, at your brainFrom the streets to the Penn, nigga respect my gangstaEven when I`m draped in flames, with the best of the bangersAnd only cop killers, rest in the chamberI done had enough of you niggaz, see y`all messing with danger[Hook][Trae]I`m sick of you niggaz, you bout to get me back in the stageOf whipping a nigga ass to the flo`, and dumping slugs out the gaugeWhy these niggaz don`t understand, that it be real in the fieldDisrespecting my gangsta ways, will be enough to get you killedI got killas on every corner, guerillas ready to mobIf you try me thinking I`m playing, I bet I`ll get to the jobYou walking a thin line, old cake ass niggaPlus I had it up to here, with all you fake ass niggaz[Mack Biggers]What y`all know about Mack Biggers, and Trae the Guerilla MaabAnd the Planet of the Apes, invading the planet of the fakesBout to test a nigga stamina, with a KBound to catch a slug dog, if you standing in the wayWe could do it for my nigga Charge, or we can do it for DinkieRegardless of the fact, we gon leave you nigga stinkingAnd if you survive the ride, we gon leave you niggaz thinkingWhenever we around dog, it`s best you stop blinking[Hook - 2x]