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I'm talkin puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my ma's
Front you that work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you want that up
But we don't fight brah
Catch you from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, Buddah gone stomp you out
(Has ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy 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 I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin'
Real talk, I don't really fuck too many niggas
niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a
And I put a ho before my bro
beef over no ho
And my niggas keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin'
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle on the trigger
With my little to you niggas
I swear it's all y'all niggas
my niggas

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

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst,
You niggas got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you got no point
I just come through with a bossy bitches
They get money too, some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Rossi, bitches
And if we at the then it's floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my
Dollar menu fries apple pies bitches
I a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd
out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a with some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
likely I'mma die with my finger 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