"Fenced n" lyrics

Brudda already got me right
Brudda already got me right
Ay back that up

Please don't try to cross me out, I'm not going
I just fucked a hoe she said she not going
Safety on your chop, that bit not blowin'
Run down kill my opp, I run down kill opp
Teach you some 'bout shootin', teach you some 'bout Glock
Lil' hoe won't stop touching me, told that hoe keep off
Y'all boys ain't shoot shit, what the fuck you thought
I test my tracer rounds out, these bit get off
I don't leave my paws inside your house I got my gloves on
Told my hoe I'm too deep in the trench right now, can't let love song
Pussy nigga tryna follow me on my route, I can tell he never did nothing
Bought a feature but I never turned that bitch in, ran off with a nigga money
I don't give a fuck what a nigga talking 'bout, nigga really ain't talking 'bout nothing
Got this shit on my own, came up out the drought that's the end of the discussion
Chase a nigga out, got 'em down bad my lil' partner runnin' up on his buddy
Villain talk, you don't know nothing 'bout this talk
Yeah, just scrape my shit off
Sixty-five round mag, I take it to test it shootin', just see if it get off
I was just down bad like two week ago, I'm back up now
Can't sit around everyday, I get in traffic everyday I jump out the house
Painted the spot, can't run around hot, swear I got this motherfucker on lock
White forces fuckin' up every time I walk, I be spooked to bring these hoes out