My n*ggas 7x
Chorus: 1x
These my n*ggas ha, all my n*ggas what
Ballin n*ggas ha, these my n*ggas what
All my n*ggas ha, ballin n*ggas what
Real ass n*ggas ha, these my n*ggas what
These my n*gga ha, all my n*ggas what
Ballin n*ggas ha, these my n*ggas what
Tru azz n*ggas ha, real azz n*ggas what
Ballin n*ggas ha, these my n*ggaaaz
Verse 1: Beelow
I roll with nothing but the rawest azz n*ggas
That be watching my back
Some down ass n*ggas that ain't scared to shoot back
Step up boy and put yo boots on
Time to pay the price, you scared then get the f*ck on
Boy, come and get these n*ggas on these thugged out tracks
A million records sold, a million n*ggas got my back
See them boys in the club, them my n*ggas
See them boys posted on the block, them my n*ggas
So n*gga watch them boyz with the frowned up face
Find the rawest ballin n*ggas in the strangest place
You never know which one of my n*ggas be on yo side
You never know which one of my n*ggas ready to ride
You think you got 'em sewed up, them my n*ggas
You think you got 'em barred out, them my n*ggas
You think you got me roped off, them my n*ggas
MY n*ggAZ, MY n*ggAZ, MY n*ggAAAZ
Chorus 1x
Verse 2: ???
n*gga I gives a f*ck how you play it
f*ck where you from, f*ck what you do
f*ck what you did, f*ck you is, and motherf*ck how you feel
n*gga you ain't saying sh*t, what you tryin' to do
Scare me motherf*cker you
I done told you once before don't make me ice yo b*tch ass
Keep talking that ho sh*t, and lose yo face wit the quick fast
You come at me wrong you going the wrong f*cking way
b*tch I was born and raise in the land of trigga play
Now get yo mind right n*gga
We bout dome checking, cracking domes
Ain't no f*cking round over here
See that A.K. ain't taking nann short
You can't run, you can't hide, once you up in it you gettin' broke off
See that big b*tch ain't playin', that big b*tch ain't cool
That big b*tch off in the hands of a motherf*cking fool
We comin' through, sh*t these my n*ggas, all my n*ggas
All my ballin' azz n*ggas
Verse 3: ???
Ryde or dye, these n*ggas ain't doing sh*t but point people out
They come to me to get high
f*cking let me breathe b*tch, back yo ass up
Motherf*cker you better realize, you f*cking with a nutt
They wanna smoke my weed, drink my liquor
f*ck my hoes and all
Floss out every night, but these n*ggas ain't ready to ball
I'm gone tell you to yo face if you ackin' like a b*tch
And that's one of the f*cking reasons you ain't never had sh*t
Me, I hustla for my b's and ain't no taking wit mine
You turn the lights off in the city b*tch I'm still gone shine
I sit back and recline, in my bed and wine
Live my life to the fullest
My n*gga ??? ???
b*tch I'm ballin' big tyme
Hear my motherf*ckin' word, I'm hollin' "f*ck dem other n*ggas"
I kick they azz to the curb
So I can gets herb, then gets heard
Relax my f*cking back ???
Get my di*k suck while smoking on some killer herb
And you heard how I rush ya, not wit that dumb sh*t
n*gga bring ya whole click, I'm hollin "f*ck who u come wit"
n*gga I'm the King Pin, the Big Cahouna
n*gga I done been there and did that
I'm born to be a baller
Chorus 1x
Verse 4: ???
My n*ggas all about the paper
Make moves and pull capels
We don't see sh*t unless a motherf*cker pay us
Look, its all real, pumping sh*t that you can all feel
The rawest deal, hard hitters, f*ck with ya'll feel
We all peel, we all hit caps with big gats
And smoke big sacks, stack the paper and sit back
We did that
Leave a motherf*cker with his sh*t cracked
Then dare the n*gga to come back
When you here that click clack, better show me where yo sh*t at
n*gga, I'm doing bad I got to get that, n*gga
You ain't ready for the kick back n*gga
I bust ya'll up with it
In the BRC, down for the f*ckin' south wit it
Now they got some n*ggas thats sweeter than a fragrance
In and out our business like a f*cking free agent
This my last time saying it
Forever ballin off the top like in a knot
You better watch who u playing wit
Verse 5: ???
Lauch the K's, throw the gernades
If you under 35 get the f*ck out my way
n*gga I chose the battle ground
Me and my n*ggas lay it down
Wherever you caught slippin' thats where u be found
You see me and my n*ggas we bust ho's
You see me and my n*ggas ride on chrome
You see me and my n*ggas flex on phone
You see me and my n*ggas like Al Capone
You see me and my n*ggas we to strong
You f*ck with me and my n*ggas, you won't live long
You see me and my n*ggas a run in ya home
You better watch ya back boy its own, its own
Chorus repeats until fade