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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin'
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin'
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' 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 bank like the fuckin' money
somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I put a ho before my bro
Don't over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't your door
you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I
White person, got my finger on the trigger
With my little finger to you
I swear fuck all y'all niggas
my niggas

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

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely I'mma die with my 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 nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I just got 250 dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst,
You niggas ain't got no
a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, some "don't cross me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some strokes, Todd Bridges
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
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my
My nigga, my
My nigga, my nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my