Know some niggas that be riding out
But tell me who riding for me
Getting sick of the sliding
And these niggas hiding
So nee nee gone line em for me
Know some niggas that be riding out
But tell me who riding for me
Getting sick of the sliding
And these niggas hiding
So nee nee gone line em for me
She ain't even got to link
She just got to pick up
Or go dial em for me
And if the thirty too weak
My other shooter come
Forty cal em for me
All these niggas be my seed
Not that lady at home
She just filing for me
Bitches knew I wasn't loyal
Still be at the boil
Trying to buy salmon for me
They know the vibes money
I can not be not high junky
Want to know why her friend was a dummy
Bitch im mister get inside your tummy
I just sit back roll up big pack
Can not hit that spliff
Opps chit chat still ain't get back
I don't get that shit
Don't get bitch smacked where you live at
We a spin that strip
Clips and big straps tecs and big macs
We a rip that shit
Lot of click clacks like a pissed mat
We a flip that shit
Too much kick back f*ck a wig hat
We a lift that shit
Opps running they be cushion
Cops coming we be booking
People watching they be looking
Im just trying to kick my foot in the door
I need my money bout six four
Give em the clip
Ty boogz pull up
Give em six more
Better know your blocks
You a get shot trying to explore
Demons in my head
I be rolling runts trying to ignore
Its me and gucc
You know that its two
Ain't in it for nothing
Its all for the loot
Spin in the coupe
Don't need the crew
Bro always got it
He itching to shoot
Not in control
But he move when I do
Nigga I done seen shit
You ain't been in these shoes
Oh they just turning theyself into opps
Tell me how we got beef
Nigga I don't know you
I know a nigga
Got hit with the rico
He hit up the witness
While look through the peep hole
Im trying to get in
And take out my people
Can't get it right
Then we do it illegal
Shorty so foreign
Sound like she from creole
Im black and im proud
This a backwood
I don't do black and milds
Roll up some shit
They gone tell us it's loud
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Know some niggas that be riding out
But tell me who riding for me
Getting sick of the sliding
And these niggas hiding
So nee nee gone line em for me
Know some niggas that be riding out
But tell me who riding for me
Getting sick of the sliding
And these niggas hiding
So nee nee gone line em for me
She ain't even got to link
She just got to pick up
Or go dial em for me
And if the thirty too weak
My other shooter come
Forty cal em for me
All these niggas be my seed
Not that lady at home
She just filing for me
Bitches knew I wasn't loyal
Still be at the boil
Trying to buy salmon for me
They know the vibes money
I can not be not high junky
Want to know why her friend was a dummy
Bitch im mister get inside your tummy
I just sit back roll up big pack
Can not hit that spliff
Opps chit chat still ain't get back
I don't get that shit
Don't get bitch smacked where you live at
We a spin that strip
Clips and big straps tecs and big macs
We a rip that shit
Lot of click clacks like a pissed mat
We a flip that shit
Too much kick back f*ck a wig hat
We a lift that shit
Opps running they be cushion
Cops coming we be booking
People watching they be looking
Im just trying to kick my foot in the door
I need my money bout six four
Give em the clip
Ty boogz pull up
Give em six more
Better know your blocks
You a get shot trying to explore
Demons in my head
I be rolling runts trying to ignore
Its me and gucc
You know that its two
Ain't in it for nothing
Its all for the loot
Spin in the coupe
Don't need the crew
Bro always got it
He itching to shoot
Not in control
But he move when I do
Nigga I done seen shit
You ain't been in these shoes
Oh they just turning theyself into opps
Tell me how we got beef
Nigga I don't know you
I know a nigga
Got hit with the rico
He hit up the witness
While look through the peep hole
Im trying to get in
And take out my people
Can't get it right
Then we do it illegal
Shorty so foreign
Sound like she from creole
Im black and im proud
This a backwood
I don't do black and milds
Roll up some shit
They gone tell us it's loud
But tell me who riding for me
Getting sick of the sliding
And these niggas hiding
So nee nee gone line em for me
Know some niggas that be riding out
But tell me who riding for me
Getting sick of the sliding
And these niggas hiding
So nee nee gone line em for me
She ain't even got to link
She just got to pick up
Or go dial em for me
And if the thirty too weak
My other shooter come
Forty cal em for me
All these niggas be my seed
Not that lady at home
She just filing for me
Bitches knew I wasn't loyal
Still be at the boil
Trying to buy salmon for me
They know the vibes money
I can not be not high junky
Want to know why her friend was a dummy
Bitch im mister get inside your tummy
I just sit back roll up big pack
Can not hit that spliff
Opps chit chat still ain't get back
I don't get that shit
Don't get bitch smacked where you live at
We a spin that strip
Clips and big straps tecs and big macs
We a rip that shit
Lot of click clacks like a pissed mat
We a flip that shit
Too much kick back f*ck a wig hat
We a lift that shit
Opps running they be cushion
Cops coming we be booking
People watching they be looking
Im just trying to kick my foot in the door
I need my money bout six four
Give em the clip
Ty boogz pull up
Give em six more
Better know your blocks
You a get shot trying to explore
Demons in my head
I be rolling runts trying to ignore
Its me and gucc
You know that its two
Ain't in it for nothing
Its all for the loot
Spin in the coupe
Don't need the crew
Bro always got it
He itching to shoot
Not in control
But he move when I do
Nigga I done seen shit
You ain't been in these shoes
Oh they just turning theyself into opps
Tell me how we got beef
Nigga I don't know you
I know a nigga
Got hit with the rico
He hit up the witness
While look through the peep hole
Im trying to get in
And take out my people
Can't get it right
Then we do it illegal
Shorty so foreign
Sound like she from creole
Im black and im proud
This a backwood
I don't do black and milds
Roll up some shit
They gone tell us it's loud
Writer: Niquan Mitchell
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