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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a 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 too many niggas
niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a
And I put a ho before my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my sellin' 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 niggas
Vice versa, red from the kush I blew
White person, got my finger on the trigger
With my finger to you niggas
I swear it's all y'all niggas
my niggas

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

I done a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
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 hundred bottles to give it to the bitches
She can like it on my
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 from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
me out in Collins screamin "money ain't a thang"
And red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim 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 field life on the line him
And if it's really good, why I prolly die em
'Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
been grindin outside all day with my niggas
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 got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or your thirst, nigga?
You niggas got no joints
a injured 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, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the then it's floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies bitches
I drop a and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga with some good neck,
My

I that 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 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