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

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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