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Ayy, free my members, free all of 'em Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy That's how that shit go, though, we gon' We gon' steady keep runnin' to them racks Keep makin' these niggas mad Make these niggas feel this shit every time we do somethin' These niggas, these niggas be fucked up out here Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (laid back) I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane He better run when I let the 4-0 bang Bro in the cell said no names Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys Come and spark and get rid of them guys Out the love, I can get 'em to slide Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent Louis bag, put a bag inside it Ayy, I went, hit the block at, like 15 I was just a young nigga with big dreams Roddy Ricch, I was tryna go get cream Me and Crank tryna see what the lick read I had to take a few losses, I'm okay Niggas hating on niggas, that's so gay I get pot and won't stir you the wrong way Walked through and I'm smoother than Olay I can't front a nigga shit, he gon' run off I'll die 'fore I ever take somethin' off Four Nick hit his top, bet it come off After 12, all silent and guns off Now I walk on the stage, bitches screaming And all of my partners, they still on commando Hellcat, wrap it up with some camo Gun store, we don't run out of ammo Gotta go do the show if the price right She gon' fuck me and suck me, it's night-night And she know I got something she might like Take her home and I beat it, Fight Night I'm a vet, bitch, I'm far from a new dude Really having more clips than YouTube I ain't even blew yet 'cause it's too soon How the fuck niggas sleepin'? That's too rude Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (own lane, own lane) I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane He better run when I let the 4-0 bang Bro in the cell said no names Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys Come and spark and get rid of them guys Out the love, I can get 'em to slide Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent Louis bag, put a bag inside it Don't let a nigga convince you can't I'ma take all my shit to the bank And when you real, gotta look for the fake Made a promise to mama, I'm great And to all of my people, we straight I will never stop chasin' ciabatta Tryna slide, should of came with a doctor Quick to shoot, I was made for the drama Big Glock, bitch, I came for the problems All on, I ain't takin' advice Life a gamble, I'm shakin' the dice Lose your head tryna reach for this ice Remember way back when we got kicked out? Tryna beef off of hoes, you tripped out I be still thankin' God I got picked out Glock 19 with 30, it stick out Sticks out, make the opps go vacay Shell catches, we hit 'em with trey eight In the red zone, still tryna play safe I done came here from nothin' to great cake Stick 'em up, make 'em dance, Nae Nae Tryna slide on a nigga like playin' Skate On the block like Craig and Day Day Love all my partners, I tell 'em to stay safe Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (own lane) I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane He better run when I let the 4-0 bang Bro in the cell said no names Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys Come and spark and get rid of them guys Out the love, I can get 'em to slide Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent Louis bag, put a bag inside it Put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh) I put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh, huh) I put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh, ayy, ayy) Bitch, I put a bag in it I'm from the four and I came with it Got a Louis V duffel with cash in it
Writer(s): Quinlan Sharif Mcafee, Keith Maurice Mateus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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