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Lyrics
Its fucked up out in these streets And no father around
And sometimes no father or mother –
but I can always count on my niggas from day 1 –Yeah
Hook x 2
I Ride for my niggas –I Die for my niggas –Fuck Bitches with my Niggas
I Pull a trigger for my nigga – Woo –Pop Pop
Blood in blood out– One my niggas got shot –We going all out
Get the glock got Uzi– We bout to blast out–Another Nigga will to be dead going to wild out-
Hold up -hold up- Hold up -Hold up- Hold up- Hold up
See that nigga cross the street Put that bullet on him Slow mo fall dead
Had that bullet –coming- Pray to God rest in peace Now the gates will open
Flight jet go, lets go- Beast mode –Feel better got revenge Now let go
But will never see my nigga Brant—-that’s my homie –shed tears pore that bottle Black–Label ——slowly Raaaa
Hook x 2
I Ride for my niggas– I Die for my niggas –Fuck Bitches with my Niggas
I Pull a trigger for my nigga Woo- Pop Pop
Shut up —we came from gutter —
Me and my niggas —‘ we took Care of each other —
Making sure we all ate—Trying to make a fortune
Watching over trying to stay Alive in the moment
Slinging crack rocks serving All these fucking junkies
Feds busting down door –100 fuckers gunning
50 keys in the bando–All my niggas running
If we don’t get away— Man the Penn is Calling Raaaa
Hook x 2
I Ride for my niggas I Die for my niggas Fuck Bitches with my Niggas
I Pull a trigger for my nigga Woo –Pop Pop
I Pull a trigger for my nigga Wo0 –Pop Pop