[Verse 1]
Yes, I love my niggas
Ballers, thoroughbreds, drug dealers
Bosses, goons, bidders, cold killers
Them stay strapped silverback gorillas
Yeah, they all my niggas
R.I.P. B.I.G., Nas, Jigga
U-God, Ghost, Rae, my nigga RZA
Big L, Pun, Pac, niggas miss ya
Shit, I reps for my niggas
I ice pick a nigga neck for my niggas
No regrets to the death for my niggas
Fly niggas
West coast, NY niggas
South niggas, even my educated house niggas
Clout niggas, this shit is about figures
Black duffle, wrist wear it attract trouble
How to trap, bubble
Gotta keep that MAC muffled
Don't act puzzled, for a plate oaths’ll break
No codes, crossroads, them expose chose they fate
Awake, up late, Welch's grape and CÎROC
In a cranberry BM, circulatin' the block
You know certain niggas stay perpetratin’ for props
'Til you put hands on 'em
Or have ya mans and 'em blam on 'em
In broad day 'til the beef sautéed
Examples, bein' made'll make a nigga more afraid...
[Verse 2]
With no scope could poke holes through ya meat loaf
It’s no joke could pop the toast off a ski slope
Blowin’ smoke, crushin' the ’dro up in a C-note
Polo pea coat, too for dolo to be broke
Gotta feel us niggas
Show respect or either kill us, niggas
Drug dealers, thoroughbreds and bidders
Body snatchers, silverback gorillas
Hold up!
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