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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
The Stylistics
The Stylistics
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Triviyon Seay
Triviyon Seay
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Cabanatuan
Brian Cabanatuan
Mixing Engineer
SnapBackOnDaTrack
SnapBackOnDaTrack
Producer

Lyrics

(Snap, Snap-) (SnapBackOnDaTrack) Gang All my niggas, man, RIP all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man Squad This for y'all, man, Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's To all my fallen squad (squad) Write your name across the sky While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry 'Cause I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck, nigga Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas So I keep my distance from niggas Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga Got shots for him, shots for him Niggas sayin' "Fuck Roc Block", send shots at them (baow, baow) 10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again Keep going nonstop 'til we drop lots of men And I swear I lost so many of my guys (my niggas) So I'm sippin' Rémy, smokin' 50's for my guys (for my niggas) Never let a nigga blow any of my guys Ain't nobody fuckin' with No Limit in my eyes (gang) Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (free Joc) Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda 'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on Stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song Squad R.I.P. my niggas, man Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape Ballin' like I'm Kobe R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc R.I.P. Pistol P, man For all my niggas gone, man We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man R.I.P. my squad Squad R.I.P. them niggas, man Look I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes Just for my niggas back But I know I'll never get 'em back (fuck) So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (we on it) And I hear niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (where they at?) 'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here) Got so many niggas that's hatin', I'on even know 'em (even know 'em) And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (show 'em) Can I just get some money? 'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy They ain't even funny (nah) I know they prolly wanna rob me, they hate me prolly But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body They won't get nothin' from me (nothin') From the hellhole where it's full of zombies Where they catch the most bodies across the country (murder capital) Where they took all of my homies from me Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (gotta get it) Squad, R.I.P. the L's Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's) No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (gang) R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin' Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted Pull up on the oppas, 'ppose to be there and they hidden 'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh This for everybody whoever lost one of your homies, man Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anything to you, you know? R.I.P. my niggas, man Squad
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Triviyon Seay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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