Trae Tha Truth - Had Enough lyrics

[Trae] I been repping and running the block, since the age of my youth A gangsta guerilla go-getter, certified as a troop I done had it with n***as, the only thing that I'm bringing is plex Got me feeling like Kobe Bryant, dumping off eight repping the West Get off of me homie, cause I've been known to click on the cool I'm a damn fool, and ain't no games fin to be played with the tool I'm sick, and I bet you n***as just don't want it with Trae Cause if I pull it I'ma spray, and put a slug in your vertebrae Maabing you b**h n***as, better get out the zone Or else you fin to see me make my slugs, get out the chrome When that Mack get to spitting, you gon get out your home I'm sick of telling you b**h n***as, to get the f** on I mean it, you motherf**ers better play your positions Respect the code of the streets, before your b**h a** be missing Or slid up under some'ing swoll up, and blacked out Better give me fifty feet, 'fore I make your lights out [Hook] I done had enough, of you n***as Eyes wide open, I ain't trusting you n***as Me and Lil' Trae, bout to bust on you n***as Prepare for the worst of the worst, when I'm rushing you n***as (I done had enough, of you n***as Eyes wide open, never trusting you n***as Me and Mack Biggers, bout to bust on you n***as Load the clip finna trip when I'm rushing you n***as, had enough of you n***as) [Mack Biggers] I done had enough of you fake cats, faking the Maab Now I plan on taking your job, or breaking you off Taking the chips and breaking your jaw, flaming your car With cop k**ers, when invading your yard That's just a taste of the Maab, Mack Biggers was shot but I saved the bomb And when I squeeze, only Jesus can save you boy Now what y'all know, about banging and rob Or going state to state, slanging it raw See me I play no games, and say no names And I'm sick and tired of you n***as, that play hoe games Y'all so close to being dames, so if I say your name Best believed it's a bullet aiming, at your brain From the streets to the Penn, n***a respect my gangsta Even when I'm draped in flames, with the best of the bangers And only cop k**ers, rest in the chamber I done had enough of you n***as, see y'all messing with danger [Hook] [Trae] I'm sick of you n***as, you bout to get me back in the stage Of whipping a n***a a** to the flo', and dumping slugs out the gauge Why these n***as don't understand, that it be real in the field Disrespecting my gangsta ways, will be enough to get you k**ed I got k**as on every corner, guerillas ready to mob If you try me thinking I'm playing, I bet I'll get to the job You walking a thin line, old cake a** n***a Plus I had it up to here, with all you fake a** n***as [Mack Biggers] What y'all know about Mack Biggers, and Trae the Guerilla Maab And the Planet of the Apes, invading the planet of the fakes Bout to test a n***a stamina, with a K Bound to catch a slug dog, if you standing in the way We could do it for my n***a Charge, or we can do it for Dinkie Regardless of the fact, we gon leave you n***a stinking And if you survive the ride, we gon leave you n***as thinking Whenever we around dog, it's best you stop blinking [Hook - 2x]