Fat Tone - You Hear Me lyrics

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Fat Tone - You Hear Me lyrics

[Hook] We really in these streets b**h We be on some G sh** Claiming you a shooter But you never let your heat spit My n***as packing for real We clapping for real My n***as really acting for real We really in these streets b**h We be on some G sh** Claiming you a shooter But you never let your heat spit My n***as packing for real We clapping for real My n***as really acting for real [Verse 1] Tired of these n***as sleeping on me Time to whip that game up Touched my first 30 bandz and I ain't never changed up s**er n***as telling f**ing s**er free King tut We was out in traffic with these 30's f**ing s**er up b**h we really in the field k**er city doing drills n***as get my cup so i'm slummed inching for a k** Bullets smacked n***as Ask Tony with his ratting a** Plan to kick it to [?] till the s**ers put me in the back Jumping out to spray between glocks like I'm [?] Shooting at your face cuz I' really tryna smoke yall Never been a snitch, ain't nothing like that bird do Rather be a snake than a rat, this n***a bird food [Hook] We really in these streets b**h We be on some G sh** Claiming you a shooter But you never let your heat spit My n***as packing for real We clapping for real My n***as really acting for real We really in these streets b**h We be on some G sh** Claiming you a shooter But you never let your heat spit My n***as packing for real We clapping for real My n***as really acting for real [Verse 2] Sliding in room it's like you balling boy you broke as f** Your rap career over sit it down you old as f** n***as know what's up with me n***as can't f** with me Baby want to f**, she got to pay cuz I don't f** for free Case she be the driver clutch the stupid fat heat Bending blocks tryna knock a n***a down off his feet Lil b**h keep calling Swear to god I don't want her tho Running through these bandz I'm too busy knocking other hoes Throwing up that hundred sh** we shooting n***as hands off Call it what you want, he pulled a knife and ran off [Hook] We really in these streets b**h We be on some G sh** Claiming you a shooter But you never let your heat spit My n***as packing for real We clapping for real My n***as really acting for real We really in these streets b**h We be on some G sh** Claiming you a shooter But you never let your heat spit My n***as packing for real We clapping for real My n***as really acting for real