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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
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 nigga
Real talk, I don't fuck with too many niggas
niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the like the fuckin' money tickle
somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
beef over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open door
Hope you for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the I blew
White person, got my middle on the trigger
With my little finger to you
I swear fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

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 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 done spent a million dollars on my niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the
And when we on lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to it to the bitches
She can like it on my
'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 nigga from the bottom a damn thing change
Catch me out in screamin "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
'Cause I been in the field on the line with him
And if it's really good, why I die with em
'Cause when I the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
been grindin outside 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

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 Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' I cop rides 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 different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck,
My

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