YungLiV - Been Having lyrics

[Intro: YungLiV] Mmm, we pull up, we send hot sh*t Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy (What's the word, C4?) [Verse 1: YungLiV] I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches With my ni**as, fu*k the opps, we dump the district I ain't signin' on no-deal, unless they talkin' 'bout some figures Put that bag on top your head, and have your partner come and kill you I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up Ain't no way we can chill, this [?] will kill and get your head pumped This blicky with me, if it get to fishy we gon' send it up We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard еnough Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass I started with a couple racks, I lost some morе and got them back They grip my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds When I got caught up for them things, they said, "Then go 'round and ask" I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag I don't like totin' normal blicks, all these Glocks got some' attached That b*tch go "Brrrt", and that's another ni**a, pack cool where I'm at Them ni**a's sweet for that Lil Wayne sh*t that we did, they ain't get back We got the drop on all y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack Lil' bro will pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC So we don't sit at restaurants, these ni**as mad, I'm in my act We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC Pour a double cup of coolie, b*tchy, I'm litty, opps ain't fu*kin' with me Hunnid clip the Drac', the police said we fu*kin' up the city Since my lil' homie die, go ask the opps, everyday been a killin' Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him [Verse 2: Polo G] Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it We gon' keep on lampin', b*tch, that's how you let that pressure hit All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks Ever since my lil' bro brothers die, he always kept a stick I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick My lil' snipers, they don't give a fu*k, man, they'll whack a b*tch I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit Splatter sh*t, foenem pop out cussin', let that hammer spit Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer sh*t Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages Think twice 'fore you run-up or my gunnas get to clappin' sh*t Sundown 'til the sun up, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with? You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' sh*t Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kinds of sh*t My lil' ni**a, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick [Outro] (Damn, Master)