TNB KING - Need 2 Lyrics

What's that song about?
Put a bag on his head, point the choppa at his face, I'll leave a nigga scared
See the anger in my eyes, I'm tryna leave a nigga dead, beat a nigga with my fist, I'm tryna leave a nigga red
How the f*ck you tryna slide when all yo niggas end up dead?, he was running for his life til' we shot em in the leg
All them niggas really gay, I heard them niggas gettin' pegged
Told my nigga "Cut the lights we finna walk em' down instead"
(Hau, Hau, Hau)
Now that nigga can't breathe, 100 shots hit his top, make a nigga brains leak
I be balling on these niggas, like a nigga named leek,
I be riding in a beamer, but the bitch lowkey, 50 shots up in the chop, it'll wake the whole street
Drop a drum on a nigga head, now I gotta flee, drop a drum on a nigga head, now he can't think
I really be all in the zone, I flame me up some Kush than I check on the bro's
Once I check on the bro's, than I check on the poles, once I check on the pole, than I check on the stove
If you not in here whipping, than you got to go, nigga tryna talk smart he get turned to a ghost
I be smoking this purple, I do not mix dope, flame yo ass in this wood, you get packed with yo bro
You get packed with yo bro, he was talking that shit and got caught at the sto'
Nigga caught em a headtap, fell to the flo, niggas run when they see us, we uppin the sco'
5.7 it's traveling, cracking his skull, if you bout it than do it, bitch you not on go
Say the shit how it is, I do not sugar code, bitch we f*ck with them cats, we do not f*ck with ghost
Niggas think they got heart, because they being bold, I can't f*ck with these bitches because my heart cold
If you talkin' some digits, than come hit my phone, bitch I'm TNB KING, I sit right on the throne
Keep on playing, yo ass is never coming home, my voice getting dry, but f*ck it, I'm on go
Hit his ass with the K, he backflipping like Woah, smoke exotic out the blunt, we don't f*ck with bowls, (No)
There's nothing here to care about