[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
I ride or die for my mothafuckin' clique
You 'bouta die, if you end up on my list
'Bouta slide like I just welded the diff
All my haters mad
'Cause I copped another whip
Lexus broke another neck
Homicidal pussies won’t do shit
Now watch me flex
Reaper on my neck
Cost a couple months of rent
Sick of being humble
Let 'em hate and fuck the rest
I know they praying on my downfall
Nobody does it better
Might as well call me Nate Dogg
Yeah, I'm loaded up
'Bouta drop a fuckin' napalm
When I’m rolling up
Got the trunk thumping like King Kong
All you rappers look and sound the same
All you fuckin' lames like to stay in the same lane
Get the fuck out my face
Fallen with that bass knock
Running when that k pop
Grinding 'til my brain rot
Chop 'em up just like a crop
I ride or die for my mothafuckin' clique
You 'bouta die, if you end up on my list
'Bouta slide like I just welded the diff
All my haters mad
'Cause I copped another whip
Lexus broke another neck
Homicidal pussies won’t do shit
Now watch me flex
Reaper on my neck
Cost a couple months of rent
Sick of being humble
Let 'em hate and fuck the rest
I know they praying on my downfall
Nobody does it better
Might as well call me Nate Dogg
Yeah, I'm loaded up
'Bouta drop a fuckin' napalm
When I’m rolling up
Got the trunk thumping like King Kong
All you rappers look and sound the same
All you fuckin' lames like to stay in the same lane
Get the fuck out my face
Fallen with that bass knock
Running when that k pop
Grinding 'til my brain rot
Chop 'em up just like a crop
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