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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin'
On the I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin'
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many
'Cause niggas drop a on you like a couple nickels
I be to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
somethin' 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 niggas
it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
Vice versa, eyes red the kush I blew
person, got my middle 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
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been 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 done spent a million dollars on my niggas
You can catch me out with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the
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"
nigga from the bottom ain't a damn thing 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 that's my
'Cause I been in the field life on the line him
And if it's good, why I prolly die with em
'Cause I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
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 just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse,
I know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You niggas got no joints
Like a injured 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
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game it's floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I drop a freestyle and get a rise bitches
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 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 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