[Chorus]
The Stincs showed you how to pour fours in Faygos
We kept it solid, never snitched, it was a case closed
We was really outside with FN's and Draco's
Bitch niggas never even drove by to say hello
The Stincs showed you how to pour fours in Faygos
We kept it solid, never snitched, it was a case closed
We was really outside with FN's and Draco's
Bitch niggas never even drove by to say hello
[Verse 1]
We was beefing, why niggas wasn't outside with the K's blowin'?
You couldn't miss us on Melrose ten foreigns with chains on
Ain't got enough money to be hiding, we gon' find the grave for you
Since niggas are real united, y'all gon' die in that same morgue
You throw that wack jumper up it's gon' get blocked on the backboard
Just remember when we at yo' momma house, you asked for it
Anybody can get smacked nigga, as long as I got the cash for it
Drastically, ruling, and killin' every outsider
A lot of niggas actin' like bitches, Ms. Doubtfire
Niggas must've really been mad at the fact that our crowds was louder
Drakeo stood on ten toes with a smile, against a thousand fires
Every day we sticked up, didn't think you would go out with a knife
Counted for three years, everybody knew about our indictment
Came home smilin' with your raps in your hand, that shit was priceless
Niggas askin' no questions, bentleys at home, drakeo was slidin'
All a nigga ever cared about was money and diamonds (The Plug)
The Stincs showed you how to pour fours in Faygos
We kept it solid, never snitched, it was a case closed
We was really outside with FN's and Draco's
Bitch niggas never even drove by to say hello
The Stincs showed you how to pour fours in Faygos
We kept it solid, never snitched, it was a case closed
We was really outside with FN's and Draco's
Bitch niggas never even drove by to say hello
[Verse 1]
We was beefing, why niggas wasn't outside with the K's blowin'?
You couldn't miss us on Melrose ten foreigns with chains on
Ain't got enough money to be hiding, we gon' find the grave for you
Since niggas are real united, y'all gon' die in that same morgue
You throw that wack jumper up it's gon' get blocked on the backboard
Just remember when we at yo' momma house, you asked for it
Anybody can get smacked nigga, as long as I got the cash for it
Drastically, ruling, and killin' every outsider
A lot of niggas actin' like bitches, Ms. Doubtfire
Niggas must've really been mad at the fact that our crowds was louder
Drakeo stood on ten toes with a smile, against a thousand fires
Every day we sticked up, didn't think you would go out with a knife
Counted for three years, everybody knew about our indictment
Came home smilin' with your raps in your hand, that shit was priceless
Niggas askin' no questions, bentleys at home, drakeo was slidin'
All a nigga ever cared about was money and diamonds (The Plug)
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