Trae - Had Enough

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(feat. Mack Biggers)


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 niggaz, 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 niggaz just don't want it with Trae

Cause if I pull it I'ma spray, and put a slug in your vertebrae

Maabing you bitch niggaz, 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 bitch niggaz, to get the fuck on

I mean it, you motherfuckers better play your positions

Respect the code of the streets, before your bitch ass be missing

Or slid up under some'ing swoll up, and blacked out

Better give me fifty feet, 'fore I make your lights out


I done had enough, of you niggaz

Eyes wide open, I ain't trusting you niggaz

Me and Lil' Trae, bout to bust on you niggaz

Prepare for the worst of the worst, when I'm rushing you niggaz

(I done had enough, of you niggaz

Eyes wide open, never trusting you niggaz

Me and Mack Biggers, bout to bust on you niggaz

Load the clip finna trip when I'm rushing you niggaz, had enough of you


[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 killers, 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 niggaz, 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, nigga respect my gangsta

Even when I'm draped in flames, with the best of the bangers

And only cop killers, rest in the chamber

I done had enough of you niggaz, see y'all messing with danger



I'm sick of you niggaz, you bout to get me back in the stage

Of whipping a nigga ass to the flo', and dumping slugs out the gauge

Why these niggaz don't understand, that it be real in the field

Disrespecting my gangsta ways, will be enough to get you killed

I got killas 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 ass nigga

Plus I had it up to here, with all you fake ass niggaz

[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 nigga stamina, with a K

Bound to catch a slug dog, if you standing in the way

We could do it for my nigga Charge, or we can do it for Dinkie

Regardless of the fact, we gon leave you nigga stinking

And if you survive the ride, we gon leave you niggaz thinking

Whenever we around dog, it's best you stop blinking

[Hook x2]

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