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I'm talkin puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my house
Front you with work
(I done a nigga's work)
You say you that head up
But we fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then gone stomp you out
(Has momma see you with a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 pokin' out
Death Row days show you what West Coast about

I'd die for my nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my 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 a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the money tickle
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open your
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin'
When it it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle on the trigger
my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all
my niggas

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

I done spent a dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk bring the trigger
And we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred just to give it to the bitches
She can it on my bitches
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and 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 them red Mulsanne, lookin I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG my nigga
I been in the field life on the line with him
And if really good, why I prolly die with 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 nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I just got 250 dollars for a verse, nigga
I know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You niggas got no joints
Like a Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they "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 a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck,
My

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my 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