We Gon See ft. OGK.Zay Lyrics

Don't hit my phone when it turn past nine

I don't got the time for the hoes and the ties

Doing what I want I don't care for the eyes

I done worked for my shit, you gon' see I have pride

Say I got a ego, well of course cause I'm big shit

Stompin' on they neck with my Timbs on some chill shit

Sayin' that I'm open cause my heart is on my sleeve

Matter of fact, fuck that, that's the old me

Yeah, That's the old Maad, who care about their feelings

Checking on his friends, seeing what the deal is

That's the old Maad, who care about a hoe

Get pushed up on the ground and saying it's okay though nah

Yeah I'm past that, vision all red you can see who I'm mad at

Trying to be civil, nah man I'm past that

Nigga think I'm soft, we gon' see after this though

Turn me up

Yeah

There he go

Talking on the neck, he ain't learn I guess

Loaded up, chopper is his doctor, it's gon' seal his neck

Saying he gon' push up on the gang, well I ain't see it yet

He putting on a ski mask, nigga put on a fucking vest

You said that was your opp right there, so Zay finna go collect the check

He slide down in a Nike jacket, and put one bullet in his chest

Aiming up then hit his neck, pussy better run my check

I just ran that nigga pockets, lil homie can get the rest

If I hear talk bout Zay nigga, say hello to my K nigga

I swear when I catch you nigga, you dying today nigga

When he see me he don't say shit, I think that's some fake shit

Either you a pussy or a rat or a snake bitch

Either you a pussy or a rat, we gon' air it out

AK loaded up, nigga we gon' air it out

Think before you speak nigga, I think that's what's best for you

Chopper gon' hit his face, I don't care for the rest of you

I'm the type to send a bitch and tell her go get info

Thinking that you love the girl, but really she stay ten toes

She asked if I love her, man I hit her with an N-O

Check coming on Tuesday, I do this for my kinfolk

Ayy you know these niggas out here tripping, so I gotta pack mine

Yeah this chopper gon' make em run, I call them hoes max flies

So I guess you bring my child round, cause you know that it's tax time

But fuck that hoe, holding up my money, bitch it's past time

Next time that you spend a block, I promise that this Mac five

And my pockets on that Boston grade, the way I feel like Tony Stark

They like Zay, can you give me couple racks, I'm like fuck no

If that nigga want some money, matter of fact I'm generous

Hold this K up on your head, bitch I thought you wanted it