[Verse 1: YG]
I'm talking 'bout putting on, riding out, Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work—uh-oh!)
You say you want that head-up, but we don't fight fair, bruh
Catch you slipping from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)
Nine milli pokin' out, four-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'd die for my motherfuckin’ nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin’ nigga
On the stand, I'd lie for my motherfuckin’ nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin’ nigga, real talk
I don't really fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin’ to the bank like the fuckin’ money tickle
Driving somethin' that you ain't, top off; suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho
And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
When it rains, it pours; it's dry for me and my fuckin’ niggas, yeah
I kill for my motherfuckin’ niggas, vice-versa
Eyes red from the kush I blew; white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger, and with my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
Owww
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