Have You - Casper TNG

Have you?

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

(M-M-M-M-Money Musik)

You ain’t never ran him down, have you?

Nigga, have you?

Where I’m from you have to, where I’m from you have to

Real driller shit

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

Where I’m from you have to

To claim my gang you have to

I can tell you never let it bang, have you?

S-S-Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock

Made 'em Diddy Bop

Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

You can’t rep the set that’s on my tattoo

So much different rounds and they coming at you

Free Rolexx Homi, on your block we playing tag too

I pray that you come outside so that I can tag you

Skrrt, Jag' coupe, bitches hella bad too

Yeah, she bad, I still fuck her in the bathroom

She got a man too, she still getting mad loose

That’s what them bands do, shoot is what my hands do

Close range shooter, check my resume

Test the A, seventeen on your block, test the aim

My name hold weight, your name a featherweight, ayy

Make his body lift up like a featherweight

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

Where I’m from you have to

To claim my gang you have to

I can tell you never let it bang, have you?

Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock

Made 'em Diddy Bop

Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

You talking all that bullshit in your music though

You talking 'bout them killings and them shootings though

He sayin' don’t get close but I get really close

Check the news reports, you ain’t doing much, so do the score

You tellin' lies here, that doesn’t fly here

I know your resume and you cannot apply here, woo

Gucci eyewear, I can see your lies clear

She used to fuck with you 'til she seen hella nines here

Three-fives here, you could tell we ride here

We come outside here, play with us, you die here

And this is my year, fuck it, this my five years

And you can’t bang with me, unless you got some ties here

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

Where I’m from you have to

To claim my gang you have to

I can tell you never let it bang, have you?

Silly opp, I just made 'em Milly Rock

Made 'em Diddy Bop

Fish on the deck, flip and flop, uh

You ain’t never shot a nigga, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

You ain’t never ran 'em down, have you?

(M-M-M-M-Money Musik)

These niggas ain’t—

These niggas ain’t shooting shit, nigga

You know what I’m sayin'?

These rap niggas, man

No cap, nigga, uh