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Buildin' new doors to open, eventually lock out these suckers
But don't you owe me, motherfucker?
Don't you owe me, motherfucker? Yeah
Yeah
Back in the day I was with the crowd that was runnin' through you
Nowadays still with the crowd that be runnin' through you
Started off with extortion, strong arm forcin'
Now niggas shinin' like we ain't here, they done endorsed me
Buildin' new doors to open, eventually lock out these suckers
You ain't under the umbrella, don't you owe me, motherfucker?
Used to transport it, now we important, we imported
Took some losses but this profit good, 'fore did not even notice it
Shout out to my ho bitches, payin', pimpin', they know the business
It's no snitches in my circle, only co-defendants
Bang bang, a hunnid plus, real money gang
I'm still a money boy, same nigga, different age
Damn near married the game, practically wifed the life
Only charges I should be facin' is passion or crime
Just play with my paper and I'm pushin' that line
The last of my kind, we either dead or dyin', do or die
You know that I'ma ride for my niggas
I'ma die for my niggas, I'ma slide for my niggas, for sure
You know what I, I told them bitches
Look, this how we gon' get it when you
Think you got it, get you some more
And we can go right now, right now
Let the money talk, quiet down, quiet down
For my nigga, we gon' slide now, slide now
Them niggas, they gon' die now, die now
We gon' take 'em away, yeah
We gon' take 'em away, yeah
On that next thing smokin', had that TEC thing smokin'
Nigga chest hit his back, then his neck came open
Momma cryin', her baby dyin', though she prayin' and she hopin'
That he make it, but he won't be in the mornin' when she wake up
Nigga, hate been at an all-time high
Tryna survive mean shakin' niggas who ain't the kind
No friend of mine, it's no spine in 'em
A real nigga bone, you can't find in 'em
Snakey with his slippery ass, I'm slicker, I been eyein' him
Watch him with my third eye, bitches ask, "Have you heard God?"
He ran up on some nigga, they left him dead on the curbside
A one-way ticket, his pistol, he still grip it
Had to pry it from his fingers before they bagged him up and zipped it
Fly bitches and bitches' bitches diggers, niggas pretenders
Keep on bringin' up some shit I don't remember
Your bitch, I send her to remind ya
Nigga, now you know that I been fresh
Way before these niggas started talkin' 'bout finesse
You know that I'ma ride for my niggas
I'ma die for my niggas, I'ma slide for my niggas, for sure
You know what I, I told them bitches
Look, this how we gon' get it when you
Think you got it, get you some more
And we can go right now, right now
Let the money talk, quiet down, quiet down
For my nigga, we gon' slide now, slide now
Them niggas, they gon' die now, die now
We gon' take 'em away, yeah
We gon' take 'em away, yeah
Knowledge
Bullets through your house, bullets in your car door
Vacuum seal it up, then put it in some cardboard
Niggas soft as shit, fuck you actin' hard for?
Touch one of my niggas and you gon' start a large war
Real deep east O shit, knock a nigga for that ho bitch
Thirty-three in my four-nick, and I made the ho hold it
Fuck three strikes, get a bitch to bat
See the fuck niggas, get a pistol back
Designer everything, head to toe, I don't care if I mix and match
I got a new XD with a stock clip in it
I ain't really like it, so I popped an extended
Niggas get to choosin' up, I'm rockin' with my niggas
I'm tryna bump a nigga's bitch, you
Tryna gossip with them niggas, you mark
Mob money got these bitches with they eyes funny
Whippin' up dessert, come and get a slice of pie from me
On my mind, know some niggas that'll die for me
Been slid for them, so ain't no question they'll slide for me
Mob money got these bitches with they eyes funny
Whippin' up dessert, come and get a slice of pie from me
On my mind, know some niggas that'll die for me
Been slid for them, so ain't no question they'll slide for me, mob