Birds Out Of LA Lotus, Ugg'A & JG (Ft. Rich The Kid)

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[Pre-Chorus 1: JG]
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not about shit

[Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range

[Pre-Chorus 1: JG]
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not-not about shit

[Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I fuck your bitch, givе her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac