Lyrics
I never go against my kind, you know how we ride
Six, five, four, three, five on my side, man
We on that dead end with this shit everyday, nigga
We don't miss a week on that curve
Just put in for another order
Cali step up on them boys, I got 'em comin' in from Florida
Sideways in the cab when we come through, know we ain't actin' normal
Lit with no fuckin' posers
Stuck up in that trap, the door don't close, I flush it like a plumber
I can't never tell the fuckin' truth, I'ma lie until you don't know
I got reach, ain't nothin' to get you wack and make your ass a goner
Pop out in the sky with cookie cutter dressed up like a stoner
Surfer to the hood, really servin', yeah that's in the order
King come call the vibe high, I bring the water to the water
I can take you to the money lake, can't make you drink that water
On that block, ain't never late, I ain't gotta check in full appointment
I just bought a Wraith, so when they leave, I won't be disappointed
Milk the gang like a farmer
But to aid that cheat, they feel no good, he done turned informant
These niggas, they listen to the respondent while they talkin' pointless
Get in court, they start pointin'
I just got a hundred P's, can't add me up, I keep 'em comin'
Keep a count on all these bands, got motion, I might change the numbers
I'm the hood Santa Claus, on gifts that everybody wanted
This shit for who up, we demonstrate and smash on all the people
On my Adderall and Perkins, too geeked out to show my face
Ain't need to have a fuckin' cape but I still came to save the day
Twenty came home, Mr. Kane home, off a murder case
Woke up on that nail head, I'm tryna see who I did
Two way in and two way out
I told the bro's, "Yo, weu got"
Nigga, this shit for real, they shot the house, my neighbor ain't got shot
How that gangster and you slidin' through and nobody ain't hurt?
Stand for your man and don't provide but you the realest act
Bust it down, break it down and how you triple what you paid
Move around, keep it low, okay, you can't show 'em where you stay at
I'm survivin' in these streets, on whatever, where the paper at
Talk the shit, that be a given, go, you goin', they gon' take that
Any nigga come play on mine, we comin', we don't play that
See, man, you better hear the plot, that pressure, they can't take that
We ain't aimin' at your nose, we tryna take out that lil' face tat
Tired of niggas havin' secret smoke, we can go to war
We got full of choppers on the end, some shit that stop a car, grr
Shit that stop a car
We got full of choppers on the end, some shit that stop a car
How the fuck these niggas rockin' man?
We don't rock like that on my side man
I never go against my kind man
We gon'ride four, three, five on my side, man
We on that dead end with this shit everyday, nan
We don't miss a week on that curve, nah for real man, long live Flay man