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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a bullet for my 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 with too many
'Cause niggas a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money
somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
beef over no ho
And my sellin' keys if you can't open your door
Hope you for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the
my little finger to you niggas
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
my niggas

I said that I'mma for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day 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 dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the
And when we on that lean, we fuckin with 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 nigga from the bottom 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 homie I know it ain't love
out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my nigga
'Cause I been in the field life on the line him
And if it's really good, why I prolly die em
'Cause I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in 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 just got 250 thousand for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's thirst, nigga?
You ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no
I just come through with a couple bitches
They get too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the then it's floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar fries apple pies otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga with some neck, ostriches
My

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