Lyrics
We play for keeps
The whole hood know me
No new niggas, they aint on the block
Making guap trying feed the team
Got a motherfucking dot no circle
Big 30 hanging out, no curfew
One call, yeah booka gone murk you
Sneak diss, man that's gone hurt you
Oh yeah, we taking shit
Steady running from the jakes and shit
When we reach the top
We could stop doing this basic shit
Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas
I'll get crucified for my niggas
You'll never see a one on one, fuck boy
The whole squad gone get you
These niggas so funny though
They'll act like your homie, though
Til they see some bands, but it ain't your mans
He just bail like Romeo and I'm still by
The corner store fuck all this rapping, bro
Might think it's a concert and get beyond hurt 'Cause we clapping hoe, now roll that dope shit
On the block we smoking shit and niggas
Die 'cause the cops come quicker than the Motherfucking doctor, shit It's one thing I
Never did and that's love a bitch 'cause I'm drilling Shit, I only love my clique my OG told me to slow Down I see an opp then he get blowed down
Take him down then smoke his whole pound Ah, They deep, huh? Empty the round get caught but I Won't make a sound but it's dead cause I'm Shooting out of town we sell green and white but No brown I'm finna bust a sale right now
These niggas ain't really in the field little Folks Going in for the kill late night trying to creep with The steel shondale, how that hot shit feel?
And I love when I'm off that pill can't change boy I'm too real, they say real niggas don't say
They real well fuck nigga I'm real and if he can't
Break bread he fake, I had one more buck on my Plate It was me and bro, we was in the store and Both of us got 50 cent cake, a bitch can't tell me She late the condoms I use don't break
We at the starting point of this race we gone win Nigga I can't wait
Take it low, I ain't takin' no, let's get it
LA, what's up, bro?
Six on it, I'm from moog
Let's get it, let's get it
Where I go, I'm down with the soul
GDK, fucker, breakin' the spores
And that hood shopped up with the bowls
That's the goal, check that sloppy lock and go
Six, that's a lot, but his lock ain't cold
Six on it from a nigga, d-rose
All these hoes gotta get him two o's
I ain't playin' no love against
Some love against, niggas get smoked
Yes, a lot of that's true, that's what I'm squad
Yes, a lot of that's true, that's what I'm squad
And if you holdin' on, I ready to get wild
Check on my neck, I don't need nobody for it
These niggas be crazy
These niggas don't choke
These niggas think it's a joke
Let me see a OP, I'ma blow
See a lot of niggas, I change
Cause rondo done made a lot of change
I still couldn't stand, I came
And I ain't goin' tryin' to take my chance
B-block's on my nigga, f-dang
Sneak drive, that's my campaign
And I would never sweat that, it's donut's fist
Cause that's been on my name
Yeah, I'ma shoot a bitch
Take six out of other rooks quick
Damn, b-pops got raised by the block
I was tryin' to make it flip
He's body with his mom
He's body on the porch
