Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what Thick like blood, where's my dogs Uh, there's my dogs Dog nigga what? On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Gotta have that Now who I am is who I'll be until I die

Get the fuck back! Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Luda make your skull crack

0 to 100, nigga, real quick Whole squad on that real shit Real quick, whole squad on that real shit Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick They be on that rap to pay the bill shit And I don't

My niggas got a streetsweeper, air the whole block out Fuck around and blow the whole stock out Real street nigga, we gon' fuck around and pop out We gon' bend your block and we gon' spin again (spin again) If she wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that Eight doobies to the face Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You can have all my shine I'll give you the light Fuck that, eight doobies to the face Fuck that. twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that

We the best DJ Khaled we the best Who we nigga The winner I represent the ghetto across the world And you represent the horde two hands in the sky I'm so hood (listen) I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place

Real shit, real shit Night time, locs on Real big, real big I knew one day I would do it real big I know all my real niggas feel this Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Who would've ever thought we'd build this Fuckin' young bitches while they

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)