500 Band Clique

Knee deep in the game i ain't turnin back

Lost some homies that i thought

Would never turn they back

Spend cash on cars probably shouldn't have

But you only die once ain't no coming back

And my landscape bills close to 30 g's

So the snakes in the grass don't worry me

Time to step on em

Threw the nike checks on em

Crenshaw mall, fatburger

You was hella nervous

Game get risky, your money get crispy

Mixing that don julio with the simply hB

I only keep tabs on the currency

500 band clique, yeah i know you heard man

Big timing like we run with bird man

Rope chain on like i'm slanging birds man

Knee deep in it, i ain't turnin back

Half-a-mil set at the summer jam

James brown moves this the payback

Treatin' sunset boulevard like a racetrack

Dom slip through with a bottle

Let the moe spill

So many coupes they think we doing dope deals

Mr c hotel off beverwhil

If you don't get it now, then you never will

Knee deep in the game never turning back

Lost some homies that i thought

Would never turn they back

Ran laps on the shaw

All the windows rolled down

Girls yell at the light

What you finna drop now

All cash on em', all cash

All cash on em', all cash

All cash on em', all cash

An there really ain't nothin we

Could do here without it

Wearing shades at night like a stuntaman

Let me drop back, they gon' punt again

I done came up with a hundred trends

And i know this costa rican

Girl i wanna smuggle in import

Export we be gettin checks more

And we sip moet more who needs an investor

It's always niggas with no game

That wanna test yours

What you niggas crying to the refs for?

Way back no birds in the trap

And we doing numbers, skip algebra class

Only got love for my fam and my math

Only got love for my fam and my math

Respect to the squad in this hoe

We payed mad dues

An she love the fact i ain't got no tattoos

Guess again like we playin taboo

I'm not the nigga you should get attached to

Get dressed, ima see you not dressed, yeah

Got some good good for you

It's some uber X fare

Real one, faded like a swap meet

And you baggage overweight, bitch, carry on

Might do some lean, might do supreme

Bank teller, run it through the machine

2-10 traffic got em all askin

How an ashy nigga rise up from the ashes

Knee deep in the game i ain't turnin back

Lost some homies that i thought

Would never turn they back

Gotta stay sucka free in the streets boy

When you gettin money, stuntin like a d-boy

All cash on em', all cash

All cash on em', all cash

All cash on em', all cash

And it really ain't nothing but i

Still can't go without it