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

I'd die for my nigga
in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin'
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't 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' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
beef over no ho
And my sellin' keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin'
it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the I blew
White person, got my middle on the trigger
With my finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck 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 my niggas
And I ain't in unless 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 done spent a million on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil will bring the trigger
And we on that 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, em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the bottom ain't a thing change
Catch me out in Collins "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin like I blood
And if homie ain't my than I know it ain't love
out "4 Hunnid," YG that's 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 need the choppers, I just Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most likely I'mma die 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 nigga (My 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 your 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 bossy
They get money too, some "don't cross me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's 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 rise bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a 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 with my
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my