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I'm talkin bout puttin on, out
Glocks in my house
Front you with that
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you want head up
But we don't fight brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside, then you out
Ace gone you out, then Buddah gone stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a eye and busted mouth)
milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days you what this 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 motherfuckin'
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my nigga
Real talk, I don't really with too many niggas
niggas drop a dime on you like 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 put a ho before my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you open your door
you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my niggas
I for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red the kush I blew
White person, got my finger on the trigger
With my little to you niggas
I swear fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my
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 muthafuckin
You can catch me out Chicago them muthafuckin hittas
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 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 damn thing
me out in Collins screamin "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin like I blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
I been in the field life on the line with him
And if it's good, why I prolly die with em
'Cause when I need the choppers, I tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my
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 thirst, nigga?
You niggas ain't got no
Like a Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me"
Flossy bitches, Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I drop a and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Bridges
out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck,
My

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
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