Nick EBeats - In This Area lyrics

[Intro: Trill God] Aye in this area! God (whispered) Man I just k**ed a f** n***a mane Im trippin' We was childhood friends mane Im trippin' Worst Feelin' eva had boy Im trippin Pull up in the lack you hear about me neva lack Hollowtips through his back! [Hook: Trill God] No! No flexin' in this area, No flexin in this area, No flexin in this areaaa No! Aye No flexin' in this area, Aye in this area, Please do not flex in this area! [Verse 1: BreadWinna] I ain't gotta speak this lifestyle, I know Im a trappa I got grams in the back better know Im gon' sell em You got money, you ain't tryna spend no dough better not bet For no coke, my team never broke, my family my folks, my n***as We strapped up you know not to flex! False chain on your body, its breakin' ya neck Im not from the west, I come from the nawf We aiming that tech to your back Ride to the motherf**in' wheels fall off You can't cause your sh** is on flat Come through in all black, Im takin' his racks Make him take off his hat, these n***as be stressin' Like b**hes I knew they was p**y ain't gotta explain it When Im in the field and when Im with my n***as I rather Get high than get faded! Im feelin' like drizzy cause I Wanna make it, layin' with these hoes I knew you was lovin' f** a** n***a gone say you was cuffin' Ray Bans all on me like Im David Ruffin She s**in' me up, you sleep with that b**h? You f** with the squad, you gone get my fisttt! Im up in the kitchen like breakin' my wrist! My money too deep like a ocean with fish! Skurr Skurr Skurr [Hook : Trill God] [Verse 2: Trill God] Please do not flex in this area, beat ya skull up like a barbarian In the trap house with Miss Marilyn, you are not real you is a replica She swallow my rugrats I call her angelica, this song is so historical I am so hood rhetorical, I be trappin' from border to border! I heard he got bricks for a quarter, I heard that he is the narcotics Man I stay runnin' from 12, free all of my n***as they goin' through hell My prayers are y'all to be outta that cell! Hollowtips dance on him Chris Breezy, you make it look hard, I make it look easy! Haters gon' hate tell me what is the reason, I have been grindin' and stuntin' All season, need to sit down his father a deacon, all of that flexin' he needa be preachin'! I can cut a chick off so quick, dont need a chick while im hittin these licks, they are the Ones that will snitch! Please do not flex in this area, Im talkin' to n***as and b**hes! Funeral home we puttin' these bodies to rest! She pa** me the p**y no test! These b**hes like bums but instead they beg me for s**! Im on the track team but instead I be runnin' through checks! [Hook : Trill God] [Outro : Trill God] No! No! No! aye aye aye in this area, you gone learn to not flex in this area!