Figure Me Out

[Intro]
Just pay the guy

[Chorus]
Niggas ain't built like that, that's the reason that they all gettin' killed like that
Heard you had a little pressure build up, goddamn, why you ain't tell me that you feel like that?
In the street, shit real, shit gettin' so real, nigga gettin' hit, spin like that
Now the shit gettin' weird, real, real weird, I done found out my dog's a rat (Yeah)
When shit get real, these niggas gon' tell, I don't really like to talk like that
Playin' games in the trenches, in another nigga business, you can get knocked off like that
Can't catch that sale, nigga might be the 12, fuck let 'em into the trap? (Yeah, yeah)
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Figure me out), 'cause they know I ain't get it from rap (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ahh-ahh, I stayed down, put the clique on the map
I had run up a brick in the trap
I had started this shit with some scraps (Scraps, ahh-ahh)
I was shootin' up shit 'fore the rap
Goin' on missions, extensions in straps
Kill a bitch, we don't shoot in the air (Ahh-ahh)
When it's drama, it won't make no difference, you know that my blicky gon' clap
A bunch of extensions, when it come time for the business, you know that I'm bustin' a strap
Save the hundreds and fifties, I hit the club with the twenties and I throw the shit in the air
And they ain't never did it, the way that a young nigga trippin', they know that my jewelry is rare
Designer, everything vintage, Dior on my tennis, I might just rock two different pair
My line up so damn vicious, my bitch ass so fat that she barely can sit in a chair
We havin' sticks in the club every time that we in it, promoters, they don't even care
I know this bitch fallin' in love the way that I hit it, I dig in and pull on her hair

[Chorus]
Niggas ain't built like that, that's the reason that they all gettin' killed like that
Heard you had a little pressure build up, goddamn, why you ain't tell me that you feel like that?
In the street, shit real, shit gettin' so real, nigga gettin' hit, spin like that
Now the shit gettin' weird, real, real weird, I done found out my dog's a rat (Yeah)
When shit get real, these niggas gon' tell, I don't really like to talk like that
Playin' games in the trenches, in another nigga business, you can get knocked off like that
Can't catch that sale, nigga might be the 12, fuck let 'em into the trap? (Yeah, yeah)
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Figure me out), 'cause they know I ain't get it from rap (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I ain't never met a killer that talk 'bout the killin'
These niggas ain't killers, they want some attention
We get at these niggas, they send us to prison
Don't leave a witness, we finished the mission
The judge give you life when these niggas start snitchin'
Put my dawg on the charge 'cause that young nigga ig'nant
And he keep a pole like he goin' fishin'
Snatchin' the soul of a young nigga with it
I get in the bowl and do a three-sixty
I ain't got time to be catchin' no feelings
Drop dick on these hoes and then I go missin'
Is you in a gang or you independent?
Do you slang them K's or you just be chillin'?
Do you stack it up or fuck off on them bitches?
The last nigga played, is he dead or he livin'?
Tryna make a mil' of vacuum sealin'
I just be stackin' it up to the ceilin'
I bought all my cars off dealin'
Sellin' that crack in the back of the buildin'
Play with that sack, it's a wrap, we gon' kill him
Back-to-back, get them backends, call him Scrilla
Breakin' this ho from the back and she pushin' me back
Finna give this bitch back to her nigga, yeah

[Chorus]
Niggas ain't built like that, that's the reason that they all gettin' killed like that
Heard you had a little pressure build up, goddamn, why you ain't tell me that you feel like that?
In the street, shit real, shit gettin' so real, nigga gettin' hit, spin like that
Now the shit gettin' weird, real, real weird, I done found out my dog's a rat (Yeah)
When shit get real, these niggas gon' tell, I don't really like to talk like that
Playin' games in the trenches, in another nigga business, you can get knocked off like that
Can't catch that sale, nigga might be the 12, fuck let 'em into the trap? (Yeah, yeah)
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Figure me out), 'cause they know I ain't get it from rap (Yeah)