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I'm bout puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my ma's
Front you that work
(I done front a 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 gone stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a busted eye and mouth)
Nine milli out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days show you what this West about

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my nigga
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many
'Cause niggas a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the money tickle
Drivin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open your
you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
Vice versa, eyes red from the I blew
person, got my middle finger on the trigger
With my little to you niggas
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
my niggas

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely 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 done spent a million dollars on my niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will 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
you at the red light, have em screamin "can't get up"
Same from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
me out in Collins screamin "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
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
'Cause I been in the 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 said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day 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 thousand dollars for a verse,
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst,
You ain't 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 cross me"
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the then it's floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
menu fries apple pies otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
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 (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my