Where We Come From (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Real gangster shit, yeah Where we come from niggas don't play Southside nigga on the North movin' weight Yeah, we might slide on a nigga broad day Them youngins, they be thuggin', don't come in these hallways And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah Screamin' wrong or right, shoot a nigga in the face, yeah Nigga out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah Now look here I come from beefin', slangin' nine at the other side I never let it go, I just went harder when my nigga died I been locked up too many times, I run it without even tryin' I want your head, I drop a dime You run up, you might lose your mind Rich nigga, Audemar on me and my bitch And I be runnin' with some niggas, every one with the shit Don't take my jewelry off, come out the window slangin' that stick I'm cold-hearted, fuck my mama, we gon' step on a bitch, believe that No picks and chooses, it go down when I lose it And I done came up on so much, I swear I don't wanna lose it I point him out and that's a fact that Meezy steppin' on fooly And I know Glizzy really trap, don't give a fuck 'bout the music, yeah Where we come from niggas don't play Southside nigga on the North movin' weight Yeah, we might slide on a nigga broad day Them youngins, they be thuggin', don't come in these hallways And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah Screamin' wrong or right, shoot a nigga in the face, yeah Nigga out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah Bitch you know what's up with us so don't act like you stupid (Yeah) I just bought a Bentley truck and it came with a shooter (Skrrt) Your bitch sucked me up while I was listening to Future (Ooh) No I don't give a fuck, you see them niggas, better do 'em (Brrt) Tell me what the fuck you on, I just bought another home (Yeah) When I ran up on them niggas, my hoodie was VLONE Baby 3 my heart, and in my eyes, no he can't do wrong Forty-five tucked inside my Helmut Lang sweats If I call you my slime then that mean you gon' slatt Your niggas they ain't ride, bitch how much you gon' bet? Catch that bitch who killed my brother and I won't mind goin' back (30 30) Yeah, we might slide on a nigga broad day Them youngins, they be thuggin', don't come in these hallways And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah Screamin' wrong or right, shoot a nigga in the face, yeah Nigga out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah Hold on I'm out that North, my niggas out the South When I get rude I'm feeling the vibe that's how you know to put the spot, lil' bitch, yeah Fuck you in your booty then I kick you out That slime shit, that rhyme shit, I blow a nigga down Straight out the cell, bitch I'm out my mind I got a million for every nigga want a slice of mine And all my niggas keep them pistols, we ain't wasting time These niggas fuck around a city and then these niggas dyin' Now look here Ready for Glizzy to go back to Jefe 2, wait Probably on that Law 3, but shit, nigga what up Meezy, what it is bitch? You heard me, I'm waitin' on Glizzy, Glizzy be gettin too high Man I'm just coolin, I'm waitin on him, you heard me?