SELF DEFENSE lyrics

[Intro]
So if a n*gga- if a n*gga caught a on some self-defense sh*t, thats- he's not a killer?
Man, Hell nah (nah, it dont count)
You had to protect yourself, you was scared for your life
So, if you didn't shoot that gun, yo ass was gon die
And I would never be so scared that I would die, that i would shoot out of fear

I know- I know how imma come on this b*tch

So that was a scary ass question (Y-y-yo Iron chop-)

[Verse 1: TSE E2]
He said, b*tch, oh you ain't heard? I really fap n*ggas
He came and let his jumper off, but n*ggas wack with it
I'm big trippin', into it with my b*tch from hittin' rap b*tches
I'm in here sober than a b*tch, but got the black hittin'
Ill put this b*tch on you like give it up, i need a strap n*gga
Don't try and play me like a b*tch, because it ain't that n*gga
Ill make yo b*tch to come call me the goat, because I'm that n*gga
Ill roll the window down and get to flea flickin' out a up out a scat n*gga

b*tch, threw back a perc, it got my back itchin'
Your n*gga "Mr. Tell-It-All", yall n*ggas rap different
This pretty b*tch I seen inside the club, she had some fat titties
If I had seen bro inside that b*tch, I woulda smacked Milly
[Verse 2: 10TA Lil A]
Huh, I woulda- man we been smashed Milly
Im high as hell and bro swingin' the scat, I'm in the back dizzy
I just threw a yop back, It got my face filthy
I swear to god, I got no tolerance, you better not play with me

Huh, oh you think I'm just a rap n*gga?
I be with the robbers, killers, trap n*ggas
Hang out the window with the drac and get to bussin' at the opp n*ggas
That n*gga got his f*ckin' gun took and called the cops on us
Im blammin' sh*t, this ain't no self defense, yall n*ggas fake killers
I know you only shot your gun because you was scared, no, that is not drilling
You roll the window down, I get to flea flickin', yall n*ggas keep missin'
Walkin' through and I ain't shakin' hands because I don't like n*ggas

[Verse 3: Jay Juice]
My bro can't find his strap, he took a knife with him
They be like you bussin' her pus*y? sh*t, I might n*gga
b*tch, I'm finna hit up Bray, I need the white pencil
I got the drac, he ain't gon [?] because his pipe [?]
I think my glockie jam, I threw it at his face and made the sight hit him
My brother taxin' for the bouls, I'm finna fight Mizzle
I seen my bro punch on one of the opps, I'm finna fight with him, b*tch
The hoes f*ck with the opps, can't spend the night with them
Your b*tch, she freaky as the f*ck, she tryna bite pickle
Pop a perc, and hit [?] when its dark, it give me night vision
Y-y-yo Iron chop-
I can tell by yo pockets, you a five n*gga
We at the telly, rub her titties, then I side hit her
Bro walkin' in with a ski, I almost popped mister
Mister spin a block and hit bro in his face and make the chop hit him

[Verse 4: 10TA Sakazi]
I'm young and turnt, [?], so they gotta hate me
n*ggas be chattin on the gram, but I can't let them faze me
I keep sendin' hoes to get the lo's, but I ain't going crazy
sh*t I'm laced off this t-- pack, It got my head achin', b*tch
10 milly get to bussin', now the feds chasin'
I beat this opp b*tch to the ground and had the bed shakin'
Dont come around tryna play what you not, because we'll still check you
Bro threw it up and I caught the assist, feelin' like Odell Beckham
Like, bro hold on I seen the opps, I'm finna spank they ass
This Rollie dancin' on my wrist, like you don't make no bag
b*tch you a snitch, yo bro a hoe, like f*ck I hate yo dad
Posted in the five, swingin' a chop and I ain't got no mask b*tch

[Verse 5: TSE Vic]
You keep steppin' on yo pops, n*gga f*ck yo dad
Then have my b*tch beat my other b*tch for tryna make me mad, n*gga
You try to take a chain and I'll buss my strap
I popped a opp in self defense, like what you know 'bout that?
I need a million plus now, f*ck a hundred racks
Can't wait 'til winter stop and summer come so I can drive my cat
You wanna claim to check in, you know we made The Ave
Got 10 million streams, before that, I was rich off that trap
Just hit a b*tch and now I'm gone, I gotta sell this bag
These n*ggas broke as f*ck, I'm stashin' cheese I'm makin off my raps
You went and bought some moissanite, you need to take that back
Your hoe done left your ass and came to me for tryna take my swag
[Verse 6: 10TA 23]
b*tch, I took care of my [?] they finna come right back
Hmm, cross the [?] bussin' the Glock, I need a chain off that, b*tch
Imma keep clappin' the opps, I got a name off that
Headtap, after headtap, we put a brain on that
b*tch im gettin' money, I've been out the way
You ain't really seen no real money, you ain't got no weight, yea