Referee Lyrics - Yhung T.o.

Koast 

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.] 

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 wit' TECs 

Nigga, I'ma die for my respect 

Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' 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 

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[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.] 

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 wit' you not to slide for you 

And keep killin' on the verses 'cause we countin' on you 

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[Chorus: Yhung T.O.] 

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 wit' TECs 

Nigga, I'ma die for my respect 

Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' 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 

[Verse 2: DaBoii] 

I'ma die for my respect 

Slidin' gang members hoppin' out wit' 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 

Wit' this Glock 27, I'll take a nigga lung 

Heard niggas want beef, I'll cater it for fun 

We ain't playin' wit' 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 wit' my name on it pussy nigga come and send it 

Bitch! 

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.] 

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 wit' TECs 

Nigga, I'ma die for my respect 

Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit' 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