You Don't Exist - Cyraq

I gotta act like you don’t exist, yeah

You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah

We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah

Like a trained dog .40 make a nigga sit, yeah

walk up on me, you don’t know me

Boy I told you that these opp niggas police

I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me

I’m really out here I just need you to hold me

I walk in and see opps I’ma shoot the party up

Like a dead opp, backwood I’ma spark it up

EBK we go hard and you not hard to us

All my brothers quick to shoot nigga better guard us

Empty the clip soon as you pour up

We poppin' niggas gotta keep a tool tuck

Tryna keep up with the gang you gon' lose us

Niggas hatin', sticky bomb cause I blew up

Pull up crash and we blast at yo face, yeah

Desert Eagle lemme find out you a snake, yeah

Nigga play we gon' find him in the lake, yeah

I might catch a body then beat a case yeah

(Hook)

I gotta act like you don’t exist, yeah

You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah

We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah

Like a trained dog .40 make a nigga sit, yeah

walk up on me, you don’t know me

Boy I told you that these opp niggas police

I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me

I’m really out here I just need you to hold me

You like my first love I just had to let you know

12 on me I just had to let you go

I’m too paranoid I just had to let it blow

I know you mad cause I got some cash and you broke

I got a glizzy and some gas, who want smoke

How the fuck this nigga die, cause he broke

Dead prostitution niggas die in this hoe

I just wanted you to understand

You can’t be out here being friendly with another man

You wanna be my girlfriend, you can’t have brothers then

That’s my bitch and I’ma killer so don’t talk to them

We spinnin' back to back a nigga sent some shots at us

We be stalkin' if it’s smoke then we poppin' up

I’m Cyraq from the boy I got a

Nigga we got beef and we not tryna chop it up

(Hook)

I gotta act like you don’t exist, yeah

You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah

We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah

Like a trained dog .40 make a nigga sit, yeah

walk up on me, you don’t know me

Boy I told you that these opp niggas police

I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me

I’m really out here I just need you to hold me