[Intro]
(What's good Shredder)
(Nuki let that shit bang nigga)
[Chorus (Backend Foreign)]
My bitch keep finding blue racks in my laundry
I put them racks up on my plate when I was hungry
They asking how I fit a 50 in these tight jeans
They ain’t know I had a tie it with the diamonds
No picking and choosing we all gotta slide
They play then they lay and they all gotta die
Where I'm from it ain't safe we surrounded by crime
I’m surrounded by shooters they all in they prime
[Verse 1 (Yung OG)]
(Ayy) A nigga real it's not disguise
I told shawty she my kind (Ayy)
Push up on me round 8, so I make my nigga tote a 9
And we got weapons when we ridе and we got weapons when wе high (Ayy)
I gotta talk to god 'cause I ain't feelin' this
It's like we living just to die
Heal my heart now I'm scarred
Play my guitar, my rod
Decorate your Glock up with some drums
See a opp and empty out your gun
(What's good Shredder)
(Nuki let that shit bang nigga)
[Chorus (Backend Foreign)]
My bitch keep finding blue racks in my laundry
I put them racks up on my plate when I was hungry
They asking how I fit a 50 in these tight jeans
They ain’t know I had a tie it with the diamonds
No picking and choosing we all gotta slide
They play then they lay and they all gotta die
Where I'm from it ain't safe we surrounded by crime
I’m surrounded by shooters they all in they prime
[Verse 1 (Yung OG)]
(Ayy) A nigga real it's not disguise
I told shawty she my kind (Ayy)
Push up on me round 8, so I make my nigga tote a 9
And we got weapons when we ridе and we got weapons when wе high (Ayy)
I gotta talk to god 'cause I ain't feelin' this
It's like we living just to die
Heal my heart now I'm scarred
Play my guitar, my rod
Decorate your Glock up with some drums
See a opp and empty out your gun
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