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

I'd die for my nigga
in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I really fuck with too many niggas
niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't over no ho
And my sellin' keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my niggas
it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
Vice versa, red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the
With my little to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all niggas
my niggas

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the
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

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

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
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 just got 250 thousand for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's thirst, nigga?
You niggas ain't got no
Like a Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bitches
They get money too, they some "don't me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the then it's floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I drop a and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My

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