I got to keep the .44, nahmean

D'Angelo Russell motherfucker

I don't trust ya

It's coming right here

Yeah

Got to keep the .44, nahmean

Let's keep it on the low, nahmean

Friends turn to foes, nahmean

And we was playing on the same team

D'Angelo Russell motherfucker

I don't trust ya

They going to light you up

And let it burn like Usher

They going to be the ones inside the church

With the usher

Eddie Bishop blown

Two-faced motherfuckers

You don't really want to go there

My brotha

You don't really want to go there

My brotha

You ain't even my brotha

You ain't even my cousin

If I've seen em on the streets

I'ma start to get to bustin

And if you trying to keep the peace

Reggie Bush, I'ma rush em (rush em)

And put the peace out like a Russian (like a Russian)

It's a cold ass world, we in Russia (we in Russia)

It's a cold ass world so we dump him (Fuck him)

Nahmean (nahmean)

Let's keep it on the low, nahmean (nahmean)

Friends turn to foes, nahmean (nahmean)

And we was playing on the same team (same team)

D'Angelo Russell motherfucker

I don't trust ya (I don't trust ya)

They going to light you up

And let it burn like Usher (burn like Usher)

They going to be the ones inside the church

With the usher (church with the usher)

Eddie Bishop blown

Two-faced motherfuckers

Yes, yes, yes

You, you

And everybody on the same shit

Fuck you, you

And everybody that you came with

Fuck you, you

And everybody on the same shit

Fuck you, you

And everybody that you came with

And everybody that you came with

We were suppose to be the dream team

We were suppose to do our ting ting

Now every time the phone vibrate

I see a no name and I let the phone ring ring

I ain't really trippin' on no business, just business

If you give them two stacks

They going to turn into a witness

I'ma pat them on the back

Great job, y'all some bitches

But I can't blame them

Nowadays who isn't

Now I'm riding down seventy-five south

With the top down

Wish a motherfucker would

Make me hop out

I just hope you understand

If you messin' with the fam

Whole city on lock down

Feeling like Whizzy is a drum now

Where the real ones at?

Where the real ones at?

Only trust my mama

Know she got my back

Mother, fuck you

And everyone who love you back (bitch)

Nahmean (nahmean)

Let's keep it on the low, nahmean (nahmean)

Friends turn to foes, nahmean (nahmean)

And we was playing on the same team (same team)

D'Angelo Russell motherfucker

I don't trust ya (I don't trust ya)

They going to light you up

And let it burn like Usher (burn like Usher)

They going to be the ones inside the church

With the usher (church with the usher)

Eddie Bishop blown

Two-faced motherfuckers

Yes, yes, yes

You, you

And everybody on the same shit

Fuck you, you

And everybody that you came with

Fuck you, you

And everybody on the same shit

Fuck you, you

And everybody that you came with

And everybody that you came with

You, you

And everybody on the same shit

Fuck you, you

And everybody that you came with

Fuck you, you

And everybody on the same shit

Fuck you, you

And everybody that you came with

And everybody that you came with