Seen It All Lyrics

Seen It All Lyrics

Lala on the beat

I done see it all, my niggas heartless, we go hits regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all, for my dog you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, TayBlock we get active
Ain't no lingin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher
Now your b**ch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on?
Now leave that b**ch alone, no call, no textin', I don't want a stretcher
Lil' b**ch leave me 'lone, lil' hoe you messy, she tryna dance with devils

We turn our bully on, them switches active, know they shoot the fastest
Lil' brodie ain't givin' no passes, walkin' you down it's a tragedy
They say that they block is the realest, I know that them niggas some b**ches
Your man he the jake, he a witness, he pointin' out in them pictures
Lil' bro and them stand on the business, you know they known to get wicked
My niggas is vicious, you know that we deep in the trenches
I ain't duckin' no issue, we comin' to get you
These slugs'll touch you, we leave you in public
Slidin' up the [?], you know that's my brother
Got Boonie on the side of me, you that he clutchin'
That Draco be bussin', you know that's it rushin'

I done see it all, my niggas heartless, we go hits regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all, for my dog you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, TayBlock we get active
Ain't no lingin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher
Now your b**ch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on?
Now leave that b**ch alone, no call, no textin', I don't want a stretcher
Lil' b**ch leave me 'lone, lil' hoe you messy, she tryna dance with devils (Gang, gang, gang)

We in traffic in that fast sh*t, only twin and Dede'nem
R.I.P. J-Money dummy, GDK for GD'nem
Belt boys put belt to ass, nigga, f**k the dump we don't be with them
Gave them niggas on the low in the past, my people be with them
Heard the feds listenin' (Sh) 'cause they don't rap about them switches (Shh)
My opps be on fan sh*t, ah ha, you on a mission
I feel like I'm Big Bank, I be speakin' facts, I stopped the dissin'
The opps be playin' OT, them niggas ain't popped out in a minute, gang
Foenem in the county, they got on your homie ass
She like, "Zay you got rich, you can't speak with your lil' phony ass"
Opps FaceTime me, yellin' through my phone, I know they homie died
We took out our main nigga, he the only one that'll slide, glah

I done see it all, my niggas heartless, we go hits regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all, for my dog you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, TayBlock we get active
Ain't no lingin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher
Now your b**ch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on?
Now leave that b**ch alone, no call, no textin', I don't want a stretcher
Lil' b**ch leave me 'lone, lil' hoe you messy, she tryna dance with devils