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I'm talkin puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my house
Front you that work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you want head up
But we don't fight fair
Catch you slippin' from backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, Buddah gone stomp you out
(Has momma see you with a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 pokin' out
Death Row days show you what West Coast about

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin'
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my nigga
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a nickels
I be laughin' to the like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' if you can't open your door
Hope you for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I
person, got my middle finger on the trigger
With my finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all
Except my

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I done a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil will bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the
I'm a buy a hundred bottles to give it to the bitches
She can it on my bitches
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and be lit up
Catch you at the red light, em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins screamin "money a thang"
And red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
'Cause I been in the life on the line with him
And if it's really good, why I die with em
'Cause I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I just got 250 dollars for a verse, nigga
I know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no
I come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game it's floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu apple pies otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga with good neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
And I goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my