YT Triz - The Set Up lyrics

[Verse] Yeah man we took a loss I can't do sh** about it man It happened so fast like sh** just happened like N*ggas just bum rushed in Boom blocka Gla** shattered I got nothing to lose So n*gga nothing matters The baby crying Mama screaming just chill Nobody's dying unless y'all giving me a f**ing raise A little n*gga standing up With his hands up Say why you robbing us We ain't got no cash bro Before I finish of astanza You'll have your answer Now lay down before I smoke you like a f**ing cancer First of all we came for dope not money Second of all look at my stomach Boy I'm f**ing hungry Not to mention mama ain't so sweet You see she set my n*gga up last week Hit us both up for a quarter keep And don't forget about the pound for the OG My n*gga told me it was probably some n*ggas that owe me Looking closely at what my n*ggas showed me f**ed around and shot an innocent n*gga His name was Tig You put in work with some immigrant n*ggas I did some homework and found out that wasn't the n*gga sh** I hit my n*gga dog explain this sh** Every little detail n*gga minute for mother f**ing minute While I was chilling with this b**h she was cooking grits When three n*ggas stormed in then hit us both with the blitz Hit me in the face with the 4 4 never did touch the hoe though Grabbed the work then hit the door Damn my n*gga she set you up You keep on f**ing with these hoes and they gonna wench you up But anyway I hope you know she late I'm on my mother f**ing way With two n*ggas to pick you up Tell that b**h you coming over if she hits you up I'm going in uninvited I don't need no commission no With big extensions like a f**ing militia I shoot a b**h grandma standing doing the dishes Up in the kitchen Ain't no limits about my mother f**ing paper You took my sh** I need it back b**h Now not later yeah Cuz once we inside I ain't letting sh** right You shouldn't a decide to take my mother f**ing sh** right So when it get like a quarter to three It's raining it's pouring it's fifty degrees My mask is ski We're going straight in don't need no keys My pistol to her head as she screams YT it wasn't me Hold up how this b**h know my name She on her knees trying to put me on game Well put it on my brain I was cooking and sweeping up with the broom Some n*ggas came through Your boy took him in the room yeah I heard whispers from a couple n*ggas A lot of chit chat somebody said they was gonna blast ya My n*gga jumping at her Let the b**h speak her case I turn around to a f**ing pistol in my face