We’re niggas, can’t wait to kill
In the street, where they work
Tryin’ to f*ck hoes and pay some bills
Real shit when it’s beef(?)
We loading up the machines
Wait till you leave the club
Try to park alive till Vietnam
Nigga pointing them pistols
Your mama and them gon’ miss you
Put your ass in the coffin, and that t-shirt and your picture
Don’t give a f*ck who you say it was
Lay your ass in a pool of blood
Like you wanna talk it out with your home boy, you was super tough
And with that loud talking, number loud in my reset(?)
Pistol in your mouth, show me what I’m … at
Acting up for ratchet hoes, keep on showing, I’m gon’ f*ck ‘em
And I gon wind up like my Chevy Rays blown out
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I got plans and guns and nigga I’ma ride with ‘em
I got plans and guns and nigga I’ma ride with ‘em
F*ck you and whoever is ridin’ with you
Ride your ass in a hearse and they can ride with you
I got plans and guns and nigga I’ma ride with ‘em
I got plans and guns and nigga I’ma ride with ‘em
F*ck you and whoever is ridin’ with you
Ride your ass in a hearse and they can ride with you
Lola Monroe:
Know some niggas pulling out choppers,
For some niggas singing like operas
All my propositions be toppers,
All my block-block-blockin’
I ain’t never been no knocker
Bitch I’m busting down them doors
How you claiming you gonna be right here for me?
When you wasn’t around for yours
Keep these bitches out of wiff
These suckers out of laff
My lessons ain’t never remotely close
Leave impressions that will dent
Royalty we live by, and respect is what we die for
Their reflections is never real shit
They see pride and more,
Riding through what you see
Listening a …
… and Guci, the Gunplay, the OCs
Hits and commissary cause we real like that
Swimming for them pigs will get you killed like that
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