(Hook)
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Part of self, I¡¯m in this bitch,
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Ain¡¯t trying to trip, but we can trip,
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I only care for who I ride with.
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From a place where you get caught,
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A lot of snakes this shit is done, don¡¯t get me wrong.
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From a place where you get caught
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A lot of snakes to share this home
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Getting fucked up if you want
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Just don¡¯t get me wrong, you can die, bitch.
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Part of self, I¡¯m in this bitch,
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Ain¡¯t trying to trip, but we can trip,
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I only care for who I ride with.
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From a place where you get caught,
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A lot of snakes this shit is done, don¡¯t get me wrong,
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You can die, bitch.
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(Verse)
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Still bang here, still gangs here, don¡¯t get it fucked up.
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Saint Andrew with them cold drum and that nigger locked up
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We got braid chasers, we got dress shakers
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And them niggers in the corner, but the last pass
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Fuck if you¡¯re at the top and use a fuck, nigger
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Should buy for, you can¡¯t touch, nigger.
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Got crips, got blood, got nookins, tell me what you got,
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Old people pro bamas, who type as the block.
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Niggers try not to like us, bitches call us great
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Banging at them with bananas, loose calm and sails.
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They say that they keep it real, should we call that hate?
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You sleep up in the box, that¡¯s what I call a wake.
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Momma¡¯s screaming, siren¡¯s wooping, another nigger got,
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Acting like a bitch up in this club will get you shot.
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Ain¡¯t drunk enough
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Out to win a cat and pull up in this truck truck.
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(Hook)
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Part of self, I¡¯m in this bitch,
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Ain¡¯t trying to trip, but we can trip,
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I only care for who I ride with.
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From a place where you get caught,
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A lot of snakes this shit is done, don¡¯t get me wrong.
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From a place where you get caught
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A lot of snakes to share this home
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Getting fucked up if you want
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Just don¡¯t get me wrong, you can die, bitch.
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Part of self, I¡¯m in this bitch,
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Ain¡¯t trying to trip, but we can trip,
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I only care for who I ride with.
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From a place where you get caught,
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A lot of snakes this shit is done, don¡¯t get me wrong,
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You can die, bitch.
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(Verse)
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Pass me the strap, I land down,
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For this rap shit, cause we don¡¯t fuck around.
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My niggers all greezy, I ain¡¯t talking chris code
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Life¡¯s flashing, niggers dancing, I ain¡¯t talking disco.
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You¡¯re in these streets, it¡¯s mandatory to keep a pistol.
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You ain¡¯t got one, you¡¯re slipping and you get your shit smoked.
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I¡¯m with the raw bunch, so show my niggers serve,
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You¡¯re not on my baby, get money, put in work.
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In SRT, take that G with a real hold,
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Live by a set of rules, fuck how a nigger feel.
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Getting to the money to the mil¡¯s
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None of hating niggers wanna know
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How it feel just to be this real, how it feel just to be this real.
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But this shit is amazing, blazing nigger occasion,
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We strap for every occasion, no stress, dog, I¡¯m just saying.
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When that forty seven get that waves in, penetration no crazy.
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Homeboy, I¡¯m just saying, homeboy, I¡¯m just saying.
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(Hook)
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Part of self, I¡¯m in this bitch,
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Ain¡¯t trying to trip, but we can trip,
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I only care for who I ride with.
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From a place where you get caught,
|
A lot of snakes this shit is done, don¡¯t get me wrong.
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From a place where you get caught
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A lot of snakes to share this home
|
Getting fucked up if you want
|
Just don¡¯t get me wrong, you can die, bitch.
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Part of self, I¡¯m in this bitch,
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Ain¡¯t trying to trip, but we can trip,
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I only care for who I ride with.
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From a place where you get caught,
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A lot of snakes this shit is done, don¡¯t get me wrong,
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You can die, bitch.
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Who I Ride With
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Tsu Surf |