Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em
Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em
He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm
He a bitch, got more respect for his sister
All these drugs runnin' laps through my system
Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it
Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it
Word to my guys that I will never miss it
Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em
Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em
He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm
He a bitch, got more respect for his sister
All these drugs runnin' laps through my system
Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it
Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it
Word to my guys that I will nеver miss it
Word to my guys imma go spin his block
Nigga be talking, he thinking hе hot
Homie be thinking he selling that rock
I know he not doing shit on the spot
Look at me nigga I shine with my team
Don't even trip, my boy keeping the gleam
Fuck what you thinking and fuck how you feel
All of the shit I'm saying is too real
All that I need right now is all of the mills
All that I care about is all of them bills
Motherfucker try to test me, for real
What you gonna gain out of it, a deal
My youngins getting ready to eat a meal
Give him the dough and you know it's sealed
Got some partners that stay in the field
Don't try to run up, you might get killed
Hop in the booth, spit it then leave
Why you be talking, you capping on me
I got a future you can't even see
Toronto to Marin we keeping it real
Independent we still getting deals
Just wanna feed my family all the time
Why is you thinking that I always lie
Shoutout to Harm, we just too good for rhymes
Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em
Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em
He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm
He a bitch, got more respect for his sister
All these drugs runnin' laps through my system
Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it
Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it
Word to my guys that I will never miss it
Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em
Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em
He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm
He a bitch, got more respect for his sister
All these drugs runnin' laps through my system
Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it
Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it
Word to my guys that I will never miss it
Labels hit me up, we wanna sign you, you the hottest kid
I be independent, give a fuck 'bout what your artist did
I ain't signin' nothin', you all phony, getting' my own bread
Try to run up on me, pop you in yo' head, bitch, now you dead
I do not fuck with the feds
Run up on me then you dead
Yo' bitch just gave me some head
Best believe we gon' leave you in debt
When I'm mad, I'm seein' in red
Fuck a bitch, I ain't got no ex
So, imma just chase them checks
Flex on a bitch and boy, you next
Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em
Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em
He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm
He a bitch, got more respect for his sister
All these drugs runnin' laps through my system
Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it
Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it
Word to my guys that I will never miss it
Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em
Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em
He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm
He a bitch, got more respect for his sister
All these drugs runnin' laps through my system
Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it
Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it
Word to my guys that I will never miss it
