You Eva

English translation

Ay,

Kenneth The Rugged, you hear me my homie.

You ever?

You ever?

You ever?

You ever?

You ever walked a nigga down and tried to smoke somethin'?

Aw, Jesus, we ain't fuckin' with no ghost gun. Fuck him and his brother, made 'em both run.

I can't choose, brother, sorry, I want both of 'em.

And we can't lose, brother, these niggas ain't 'bout nothin'.

Let me go broke, nigga, then I'm back to house huntin'. One dead, two dead, then another.

Belt ass niggas, ain't catchin' nothin' but leather. Tornadoes, it's that season for that weather.

Everybody strapped, that's with me, niggas, don't let up.

Don't be slippin', 'cause if you is, you gettin' wet up. CK been on one for a week, he tryna catch one.

I rob rappers, lil' nigga, don't be the next one. I know Rod, brother'll shoot it with no question.

Fuck his dude, he don't even be inside this section.

Keep it gangster 'cause he don't -even keep a weapon.

-And blood know he 'bout to die, that's why he stressin'.

And when Joc call like, "Nigga, let's go slidin'," then no question. And this rappin' shit part-time, I swear to God I'm used to steppin'.

And once we spin through that shit and send them shots, blood, don't be guessin'.

Is you sure that you wanna beef with us? This shit get hectic.

Poppin' niggas, robbin' niggas, swear to God this shit get wreckless.

Top shotta on my necklace and my flesh, I don't regret it.

And if we talkin' LA bound, blood, I'm the truth and that's a fact. I slide through the sections, have two, three double back.

And we ain't rockin' with no semi, this a automatic MAC.

Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', come through and shut down the block.

Tried to buy Nair on them J's, just threw Legos and all chalk.

I can't cut that bitch if it's stuck. Say my name, get you popped. I risk my life to kill this shit for real.

Boom, boom, bow. Never spoke on shit that I saw.

He was talkin', today came to tap his jaw. Don't cap 'bout bein' famous, how 'bout blessings? I'ma shoot a star.

Catch a nigga late night, try to creep, we gon' eat up your car. I dream 'bout.

556s in my sleep. Wake up, I hear a bark.

Pistol under my pillow in case they campin', I can't make it far.

Pillow talkin', you bitches get smacked, like what you say that for? By there, it go rat-a-tat, rat-tat every time my mag expung'.

In love with murder, I invest into killin', not scared to go to war.

I been shootin' this bitch since I was a little one, I don't know who you are. .

308 rip your body to pieces and leave more than a scar.

I just knocked eight off his ass like I'm Clayton the Scar. Why the fuck these niggas drop the dibs like they don't see the score?

My whole entire spin in every week like it's a fuckin' chore.

You talkin' shit but ain't comin' outside and we gon' kick your door.

Six, that ain't enough and I'm spinnin' on me like 30 more. Catch a hand, handle business.

Catch a pin, switch that ass out.

You ever?

You ever?

You ever?

You ever?

You ever? You ever?

You ever?

You ever?