Lyrics
I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out, Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work, uh-oh)
He say you want that head-up, but we don't fight fair, bruh
Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)
Nine milli' pokin' out, four-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about
I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand, I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho
And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains, it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas, yeah
I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas, vice-versa
Eyes red from the Kush I blew, white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger, and with my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga (ow, Tunechi)
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga, yeah
Oh, I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas (flex)
You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas (flex)
Call up RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk to bring the trigger (ayy, Durk)
And when we on the lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor (no)
I'ma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches (to the bitches)
She keep likin' all my pictures
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and neck be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin', "Caine, get up" ("Get up, Caine")
Same nigga from the bottom, ain't a damn thing' change
C-C-Catch me out in Collins, screamin', "Money ain't a thang"
In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim Blood
And if homie ain't my homie, then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out, "4 Hunnid," YG, that's my nigga (my nigga)
'Cause I been in the field, life on the line, with him
And if it's really real, I'll prolly die with him
'Cause when I need thme choppers, I just tell Tak, "Hit 'em," what
I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga, yeah (I-I-I-)
I-I-I-I-I-I just got two hundred fifty thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I-I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You nig- You niggas ain't got no joints
Like they injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game, then it's floor seat, bitches
I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu, fries, apple pies, other bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My niggas
I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas (New York to Compton)
And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga
Got YG with me, so don't get stomped in, uh-huh
My nigga, my nigga (y'all know who the fuck it is)
My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
See, I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, bitch
My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga, yeah
And when it come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like
You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, bitch
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ha-ha
Young Mula, baby
WRITERS
Calvin Broadus, Craig Lawson Dequantes, Decontay Lamar, Jay Jenkins, Mikely Wilhelm Adam
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © SILVIA'S MUSIC SERVICES
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My Krazy Life
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Momma Speech Intro
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02
BPT
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I Just Wanna Party
Jay Rock,ScHoolboy Q,YG
04
Left, Right
Y.G.
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Bicken Back Being Bool
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06
Meet The Flockers
Tee Cee,YG
07
My Nigga
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08
Do It To Ya
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09
Me & My B*tch
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10
Who Do You Love?
Drake,YG
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Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin')
YG
12
1AM
YG
13
Thank God (Interlude)
Big TC,R.J.,RJ,YG
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Sorry Momma
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When I Was Gone
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Bompton
YG
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My Nigga
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