Mack Biggers, Trae tha Trut - Had Enough lyrics

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 niggas
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 niggas 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 niggas
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 niggas
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 niggas
Eyes wide open, I ain't trusting you niggas
Me and Lil' Trae, bout to bust on you niggas
Prepare for the worst of the worst
When I'm rushing you niggas
(I done had enough, of you niggas
Eyes wide open, never trusting you niggas
Me and Mack Biggers
Bout to bust on you niggas
Load the clip finna trip when
I'm rushing you niggas, had enough of you
Niggas)

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 niggas
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 niggas
See y'all messing with danger

I'm sick of you niggas
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 niggas 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 niggas

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 niggas thinking
Whenever we around dog
It's best you stop blinking