La Familia lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
I'ma tell you the truth, I'm racked up in the booth
Tryna let this sh*t stack like a Ju
sh*t I been through, just might shed you a tear, if you f*ck boys knew what I knew
I ain't waiting in line, clear this motherf*cker out when you see a young boss come through
I ain't wasting no time, bring me a motherf*cking dime
[?] my boo
Who real? Who fake?
I ain't got time for that sh*t, young boy, I'm tryna fill my safe
Butterfly my [?]
Met a young n*gga this fly, so high, I can't feel my face
You can ask P, we came from nothing
f*ck coming up, look up, I'm coming
Why count me out, when I was counting up?
And I won't stop until I touch a hundred
All that hating you be doing, you gon' get your b*tch f*cked or nothing
In and out my OG house, keep stashing [?], she know I'm up to something
Say I dress like a swiper, sh*t so hard, I need a diaper
[?] now who got [?]
Meet a b*tch, onе night her
[?] b*tch quick like a tire
[?]
Eh
Titty bar, lеtting sh*t fly
We get it in, n*ggas get it back
Cost a Jordan package when I'm getting high
Won't speak a word if they sitting down
We bagging zips, blowing out the pound
I feel like I'm at home when I'm out of town
If it's 'bout money, I don't turn it down
Catch me playing 80's when I turn around
[Verse 2: Peezy]
We raised the crime rate, then raised the prices
Out of state with no plate or licance
Before we take off, we take the bible
6 hours straight, safe arrival
In the V, making 3 G's an hour
2 days, n*gga, that's 60 thousand
Between 3 n*ggas, that's a dub a piece
Come back, buy 2 buffs, a pare a piece
When I was paying 4 G's a pound
Y'all n*ggas couldn't leave the house
Cuzz used to front me whatever I buy
And I'd have the money back in a decent time
Y'all n*ggas ain't done it all, or seen a crime
I don't believe you, n*gga, I believe you lieing
n*ggas talk that sh*t, and go tell the cops
You ain't been nowhere, n*gga, you scared to fly
To get money, I feel obligated
Disrespect, it ain't tolerated
Mixing weed, got a lot of flavors
I'm so f*cking high, hope God can save me
f*cking thumbs locking up, from counting paper
Out in Sacromento, booked a flight to Vegas
Can't do a f*ck n*gga no kind of favors
Stunting on my pages, mama think I made it
You ain't never seen no chips
We the young n*ggas on the east with the casino chips
Take your ho with me when I dip
She ain't never seen a n*gga make 30 G's so quick
We keep going, we don't quit
Just a young fat black n*gga, [?] fit
Just drunk an 8 of lean, no tip
And smoked a half ounce of dope, I can't see, I'm [?]
[Verse 3: T-Dot]
Got a yay of weed, in the pill spot
Pit on fire, still hot
This beat finna get killed, got
n*ggas disappear like they Jill Scott
Old drop when I peal through
Gang green, mildew
Kill dudes with that old Glock
When it pop, it's gon' feel new
n*gga, I'm with Eastside Ray
And my young n*gga Peezy
n*ggas talking slick, they ain't leaving
Have them young n*ggas pull up squeezing
Larry boes, 3 a piece
He ain't getting money, then he a leach
n*gga looking for me, I'm out of reach
You ain't heard these numbers since [?]
I'm a get money young n*gga, f*ck indictments
I'ma f*ck the streets up, f*ck the prices
Still on 75, f*ck a licance
On prison calls, with a couple lifers
Getting checks, f*ck Nike
Off the phone, n*gga, f*ck a bando
Talking hundreds, you ain't touched a bando
My n*ggas shooting first, f*ck a handle
f*ck a dribble, I'm calling [?]
He pulling up with them black comandos
If the price right, n*gga, fam go
223's blow, f*ck a Rambo
[?] f*ck a Lambo
Feds watching, still [?]
Couldn't kill him, still killed his man though
Them AR's on us, n*gga what, b*tch