[Intro]
(1800 for you)
[Chorus: Sterl Gotti]
Yeah, I'm standin' always blue, but I got blood brothers
Dirt a nigga in his crew and now they mud brothers
Why the fuck you actin' new and you ain't thug with us?
I know these niggas hate me too, at least the plug love us
Yeah, I'm standin' always blue, but I got blood brothers
Dirt a nigga in his crew and now they mud brothers
Why the fuck you actin' new and you ain't thug with us?
I know these niggas hate me too, at least the plug love us
[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Yeah, I'm standin' always blue, but bitch, these red bottoms
My nigga made a couple M's, now the feds got him
We some Rolling 20 Crips, bitch, we hеad-poppers
My young nigga caught a body, cut his dreads off
Fuck all that fighting, it's a differеnce when that thing blow
This bitch a freak, she wanna fuck me with my chain on
You tryna act like you is fam, nigga, the train gone
I bought a Rollie for a trophy, it wasn't plain long
Y'all just be shootin' out the whip, nigga, aim and blow him
If they blame him, we on him
I heard that shirt was two thou', put a stain up on it
I could've hit him from a distance, but I came up on him
Now every time a nigga die, niggas blame my cousin
(1800 for you)
[Chorus: Sterl Gotti]
Yeah, I'm standin' always blue, but I got blood brothers
Dirt a nigga in his crew and now they mud brothers
Why the fuck you actin' new and you ain't thug with us?
I know these niggas hate me too, at least the plug love us
Yeah, I'm standin' always blue, but I got blood brothers
Dirt a nigga in his crew and now they mud brothers
Why the fuck you actin' new and you ain't thug with us?
I know these niggas hate me too, at least the plug love us
[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Yeah, I'm standin' always blue, but bitch, these red bottoms
My nigga made a couple M's, now the feds got him
We some Rolling 20 Crips, bitch, we hеad-poppers
My young nigga caught a body, cut his dreads off
Fuck all that fighting, it's a differеnce when that thing blow
This bitch a freak, she wanna fuck me with my chain on
You tryna act like you is fam, nigga, the train gone
I bought a Rollie for a trophy, it wasn't plain long
Y'all just be shootin' out the whip, nigga, aim and blow him
If they blame him, we on him
I heard that shirt was two thou', put a stain up on it
I could've hit him from a distance, but I came up on him
Now every time a nigga die, niggas blame my cousin
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