"Have You" lyrics
Have you?
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
(M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
You ain't never ran him down, have you?
Nigga, have you?
Where I'm from you have to, where I'm from you have to
Woo! Real driller shit
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
Where I'm from you have to
To claim my gang you have to
I can tell you never let it bang, have you?
Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock
Made 'em Diddy Bop
Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
You can't rep the set that's on my tattoo
So much different rounds and they coming at you
Free Rolexx Homi, on your block we playing tag too
I pray that you come outside so I can tag you
Skrrt, Jag' coupe, bitches hella bad too
Yeah, she bad, I still fuck her in the bathroom
She got a man too, she still getting mad loose
That's what them bands do, shoot is what my hands do
Close range shooter, check my resume
Test the A, seventeen on your block, test the aim
My name hold weight, your name a featherweight, ayy
Make his body lift up like a featherweight
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
Where I'm from you have to
To claim my gang you have to
I can tell you never let it bang, have you?
Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock
Made 'em Diddy Bop
Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
You talking all that bullshit in your music though
You talking 'bout them killings and them shootings though
He sayin', "Don't Get Close", but I get really close
Check the news reports, you ain't doing much, so do the score
You tellin' lies here, that doesn't fly here
I know your resume and you cannot apply here, woo
Gucci eyewear, I can see your lies clear
She used to fuck with you 'til she seen hella nines here
Three-fives here, you could tell we ride here
We come outside here, play with us, you die here
And this is my year, fuck it, this my five years
And you can't bang with me, unless you got some ties here
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
Where I'm from you have to
To claim my gang you have to
I can tell you never let it bang, have you?
Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock
Made 'em Diddy Bop
Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
(M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
These niggas ain't—
These niggas ain't shooting shit, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas, these rap niggas, man
No cap, nigga, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
(M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
You ain't never ran him down, have you?
Nigga, have you?
Where I'm from you have to, where I'm from you have to
Woo! Real driller shit
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
Where I'm from you have to
To claim my gang you have to
I can tell you never let it bang, have you?
Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock
Made 'em Diddy Bop
Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
You can't rep the set that's on my tattoo
So much different rounds and they coming at you
Free Rolexx Homi, on your block we playing tag too
I pray that you come outside so I can tag you
Skrrt, Jag' coupe, bitches hella bad too
Yeah, she bad, I still fuck her in the bathroom
She got a man too, she still getting mad loose
That's what them bands do, shoot is what my hands do
Close range shooter, check my resume
Test the A, seventeen on your block, test the aim
My name hold weight, your name a featherweight, ayy
Make his body lift up like a featherweight
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
Where I'm from you have to
To claim my gang you have to
I can tell you never let it bang, have you?
Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock
Made 'em Diddy Bop
Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
You talking all that bullshit in your music though
You talking 'bout them killings and them shootings though
He sayin', "Don't Get Close", but I get really close
Check the news reports, you ain't doing much, so do the score
You tellin' lies here, that doesn't fly here
I know your resume and you cannot apply here, woo
Gucci eyewear, I can see your lies clear
She used to fuck with you 'til she seen hella nines here
Three-fives here, you could tell we ride here
We come outside here, play with us, you die here
And this is my year, fuck it, this my five years
And you can't bang with me, unless you got some ties here
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
Where I'm from you have to
To claim my gang you have to
I can tell you never let it bang, have you?
Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock
Made 'em Diddy Bop
Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh
You ain't never shot a nigga, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
You ain't never ran 'em down, have you?
(M-M-M-M-Money Musik)
These niggas ain't—
These niggas ain't shooting shit, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas, these rap niggas, man
No cap, nigga, uh
