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I'm talkin puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my house
you with that work
(I done 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, then Buddah stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a eye and busted mouth)
milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days show you this West Coast about

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
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 don't fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a nickels
I be to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I put a ho before my bro
beef over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open your
Hope you ride for my niggas
When it rains it pours, dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I
White person, got my middle finger on the
my little finger to you niggas
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in 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 spent a million dollars on my muthafuckin
You can catch me out with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil will bring the trigger
And when we on lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles to give it to the bitches
She can it on my bitches
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 from the bottom ain't a damn thing
Catch me out in screamin "money ain't a thang"
And red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG my nigga
'Cause I been in the field on the line with him
And if it's really good, why I prolly die em
'Cause I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

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

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
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