Lafamillia lyrics

[Intro: G.T. & Babyface Ray]
Ayy
Yeah
Ayy, Ray, Team Eastside (What up?)
Tonight, we f*ckin' the club up, n*gga
Dirty Glove Entertainment
Free Wine, we got it all on us, ayy (b*tch)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Brand-new Breitling, Super Avengers
Send Droid to get your alley, bring me steak, Molly for dinner (I need it)
I ain't the plug (No), I'm connected to the socket (Socket)
If the bag come and drop it, get this money with no problem
They lookin' at our pockets (Mmm), add up the profit (b*tch)
n*ggas got some problems, I'll sensei with the chopper (Graah)
I can't evеn stop it, we a motherf*ckin' goblin
I'll get him off that Molly, hе'd come get my deposit
It take money to go to war, we spend money on guns
Thirty clips, fifty cals, hundred-round drums
Protect your chest, you better duck when we come
'Cause we them n*ggas with guns, and we'll shoot 'em for fun
Bebe

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
New Audemars, one ice, one stainless
I don't know which one to wear while I'm in the club reignin'
I get white thick, my goons, they'll waste you
n*gga, f*ck a vest, you need a bulletproof faith too
Hoes on my di*k like, "I love you" when I skate through
f*ck bein' leavin', now she textin' like, "I hate you"
I ain't savin' hoes (Nope), I don't wear a cape, boo (Never)
b*tch, I'm gettin' money, all my n*ggas gettin' cake too (What up, though?)
Every damn grateful tryna get it up like grateful (Damn)
Where you at, the set, n*gga? Y'all a fool, I'm on Maple (b*tch)
In the Benz, me and 80 off a four, I just drank two (Leanin')
Boy, stay in your lane (Ayy), you can do it M.I.A dude
[Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P]
Clearly I'm a warren n*gga, clearly I don't give a f*ck
I f*ck with them real killers, scope 'em out, hit 'em up
I f*ck with them real dudes, we get it, we stretch it
We don't know you, then we taxin', thank the Lord for my blessings
n*ggas sayin' they don't f*ck with me (pus*y), that sh*t sound gay (b*tch)
n*ggas better get some P's for the E-way (pus*y)
b*tch, I'm a G, bet your b*tch know Lil P (Go)
Same Trues for a week, b*tch, I hustle like Ski
b*tch, I ain't tryna preach, come give some head to the set
Ain't no love for a b*tch, but I love some good neck (Go)
Real Warren n*gga from [?] to the 'jects
Real street n*gga, opps work out and flex, b*tch

[Verse 4: Damedot]
Ballin' in the game (Opp b*tch), Loud Boy and Kane
Lil' B just hit the jeweler and put thirties in his frames
Bad b*tches call my phone when they ready for an orgy
Before I hit the club, I slide past it on the Forgis (Forgis)
True Religion Jeans sent me back three-fourty
Can't answer to the bouncer just to get in with the 40 (b*tch)
I'm crispy to the tee (Tee), lean off a three
If you got 'em for the cheap, you the n*gga I could see (Yeah)
Could never bag hoes, now I choose by the twos
Air Jordan 2's make moves with the blues
Used to want roxy off 106 & Park
Now a n*gga sittin' roxies OT for a part (Ayy, b*tch)
[Verse 5: Damedot]
n*ggas say they talkin' money, boy, I'm all ears (I can't hear you n*ggas)
Took a couple big losses, but I bossed still
If you run off with the bag, then it's all real (sh*t real)
Put a band on your head like Paul Pierce
I'm the motherf*ckin' man, you's a lil' boy (Lil' n*gga)
I know n*ggas payin' nine for them sealed boys (What up, Dame?)
I came fifteen, shoutout to them pill boys (Hit me up)
You n*ggas couldn't walk a mile in my Kilroys
Me and 80 took the rental on an Act' trip (Yeah)
Turned right around and sold it, that's a backflip
I only want the M-30s like a MAC clip
And I'ma bring it to your crib like MapQuest
n*gga

[Verse 6: Peezy]
Yeah
Team Eastside, n*gga
Free my n*gga Icewear
Green guys
Syrup Gang
Brand-new Rollie (What?), this b*tch a presi' (Presi')
Bag come, I stretch it, go and buy my b*tch a president (Here you go)
Three in a one, this sh*t darker than a Pepsi (Aw sh*t)
Wake up out my sleep, go and cash some sh*t at Treasures (Lean)
They lookin' at my buffies (b*tch), add up the clusters (n*gga)
n*ggas actin' cold, I'd send Snoop with the oven (Go get 'em, Snoop)
I can't even stop him, n*gga play and he in trouble (Bah)
Eastside n*gga, but got money long as Huddle
It take skill to ball like me, I should coach these n*ggas (Coach these n*ggas)
Keep talkin' all loud, I'll smoke these n*ggas (I'll smoke these n*ggas)
Might slap fives now, but I don't know these n*ggas (I don't know these n*ggas)
Plus I'm leanin' off that lean like a dope fiend, n*gga, yeah
[Verse 7: Team Eastside Snoop]
White buffs vanilla, b*tch, ride with banana clips (Hundred rounds)
f*ckboy sell him hit, go get your banana split (b*tch)
Hatin' n*ggas, tell 'em this, b*tch, I'm out here takin' risks
My lil' n*ggas takin' sh*t, them other n*ggas fakin', b*tch
These n*ggas ain't gettin' sh*t from me, b*tches ain't gettin' sh*t from me
Look me up on Twitter, b*tch, @poundgetmoney
Middle of the drought, them the same n*ggas gettin' dummy
I can't give a f*ck 'bout a ho long as my kitchen love me
You can hit the club Monday (Day), shootin' free-throws
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch (b*tch), 'cause it was free pros
They come with the seal on it, you can keep those
Two-hundred-round choppers, you can meet those

[Verse 8]
I'll do the wrong sh*t for the right price (Believe me)
Talkin' 'bout money, it's 'bout to be a long night
Couple hundred for some sneakers, n*gga, foam life
Phone bangin' like a beeper 'cause I show white
Cops on, stop askin' 'bout a blow price
If you run off with some work, then that's your life (That's your life)
You can tell bein' broke and makin' bad flips
While I be thumbin' through that check like I'm a cashier
You say you got it, lil' n*gga, show some cash then
We been shippin' pills out, we got the bag in
And when it's time to sell crack, we got it crackin'
Bands in a shoebox 'cause I'm stackin'
n*gga