Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Referee, artist - Yhung T.O.
Date of issue: 20.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Referee |
Now days all these bitches want me for some fame |
That’s why I don’t trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang |
We be slidin' through them jets where you niggas don’t hang |
If a nigga want smoke then that’s what we gon' bring |
And I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
Nigga, I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
What you know about pain? |
Never met a referee that couldn’t tell me 'bout the game |
I lost my nigga to some gunshots |
Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop |
I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son |
And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun |
I know my momma worried 'bout her son |
But these niggas know it momma I am not the one |
We ain’t tripin' off no nerds |
Nigga make a move, we ain’t trippin' off no words |
Bitch I got money, I ain’t trippin' off yo' purse |
And the Lord know my heart so I ain’t trippin' off no church |
I ain’t trippin' off no sins that I know that I committed |
I ain’t trippin' off the pen |
Thinkin' shit a game, you ain’t trippin' off yo' head |
Brodie bro be off them drugs, he be trippin' off the meg |
They say I wear my heart on my shoulder |
Now straight up in the wind so my heart got colder |
Say they want me dead, gotta watch for the vultures |
You niggas never emptying them guns you just loader |
I try to tell DaBoii keep your eyes open |
They gon' try an knock you off so keep that iron on you |
'Cause I rather slide with' you not to slide for you |
And keep killin' on the verses 'cause we countin' on you |
Now days all these bitches want me for some fame |
That’s why I don’t trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang |
We be slidin' through them jets where you niggas don’t hang |
If a nigga want smoke then that’s what we gon' bring |
And I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
Nigga, I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
What you know about pain? |
Never met a referee that couldn’t tell me 'bout the game |
I lost my nigga to some gunshots |
Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop |
I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son |
And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun |
I know my momma worried 'bout her son |
But these niggas know it momma I am not the one |
I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin' gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
Up top aimin' ain’t no reason for a vest |
What we spent on these guns half of y’all would be in debt |
So stop talkin' like you slidin' when you know you ain’t that dumb |
Try and take my chain naw bitch I ain’t for none |
With' this Glock 27, I’ll take a nigga lung |
Heard niggas want beef, I’ll cater it for fun |
We ain’t playin' with' you niggas, might as well stop talkin' |
Fuck coppin' pleas lil' nigga stop callin' |
Broke ass nigga, find a hustle, start ballin' |
We want all the smoke yeah bitch we wan’t all it |
Over T.O. |
bitch I’m trippin' long clip Scottie Pippin |
Speakin' on lil' brodie you gon' have to pay a visit |
All up in yo' section, I ain’t askin' for permission |
Bullets with' my name on it pussy nigga come and send it |
Bitch! |
Now days all these bitches want me for some fame |
That’s why I don’t trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang |
We be slidin' through them jets where you niggas don’t hang |
If a nigga want smoke then that’s what we gon' bring |
And I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
Nigga, I’ma die for my respect |
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out with' TECs |
What you know about pain? |
Never met a referee that couldn’t tell me 'bout the game |
I lost my nigga to some gunshots |
Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop |
I know my grandma hurtin' 'cause she lost her son |
And the cops wonder why a nigga got a gun |
I know my momma worried 'bout her son |
But these niggas know it momma I am not the one |