My Nigga

I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out
 Glocks in my ma's house
 Front you with that work
 I done front a niggas' work
 He say you want that head up
 But we don't fight fair brah
 Catch you slippin' from your backside then knock you out
 Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
 Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?
 Nine milli pokin' out, fo'-fifth 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 hoe before my bro, don't beef over no hoe
 And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open yo' 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
 Oww! Tunechi
 I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas
 You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas
 Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
 And when we on the lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
 I'mma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
 She kept likin' all my pictures
 Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
 Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' "can't get up"
 Same niggas from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
 Catch me out on Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang"
 In that 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
 Cause I been in the field, life on the line with him
 And if it's really real, I'll probably die with 'em
 Cause when I need them choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em
 I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse nigga
 I don't know, is it me or is you thirst nigga?
 You niggas ain't got no joints
 Like the 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 ride for my bitches
 I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
 Dollar menu, fries, apple pies for the 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'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out
 Glocks in my ma's house
 Front you with that work
 I done front a niggas' work
 He say you want that head up
 But we don't fight fair brah
 Catch you slippin' from your backside then knock you out
 Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
 Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?
 Nine milli pokin' out, fo'-fifth 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 hoe before my bro, don't beef over no hoe
 And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open yo' 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
 Oww! Tunechi
 I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas
 You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas
 Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
 And when we on the lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
 I'mma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
 She kept likin' all my pictures
 Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
 Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' "can't get up"
 Same niggas from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
 Catch me out on Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang"
 In that 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
 Cause I been in the field, life on the line with him
 And if it's really real, I'll probably die with 'em
 Cause when I need them choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em
 I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse nigga
 I don't know, is it me or is you thirst nigga?
 You niggas ain't got no joints
 Like the 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 ride for my bitches
 I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
 Dollar menu, fries, apple pies for the 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'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out
 Glocks in my ma's house
 Front you with that work
 I done front a niggas' work
 He say you want that head up
 But we don't fight fair brah
 Catch you slippin' from your backside then knock you out
 Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
 Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?
 Nine milli pokin' out, fo'-fifth 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 hoe before my bro, don't beef over no hoe
 And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open yo' 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
 Oww! Tunechi
 I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas
 You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas
 Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
 And when we on the lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
 I'mma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
 She kept likin' all my pictures
 Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
 Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' "can't get up"
 Same niggas from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
 Catch me out on Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang"
 In that 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
 Cause I been in the field, life on the line with him
 And if it's really real, I'll probably die with 'em
 Cause when I need them choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em
 I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga
 I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse nigga
 I don't know, is it me or is you thirst nigga?
 You niggas ain't got no joints
 Like the 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 ride for my bitches
 I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
 Dollar menu, fries, apple pies for the 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'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
 Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
 I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
 And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
 My nigga, my nigga
 My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
 My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
 My nigga, my nigga