Nba (wheat gang) never broke again
I say we never broke again (yea)
For my nigga baby Meech, Id die for him
NBA man thats the team, I ride for them
I love em all like my brothas do that time for them
I fuck wit P an Lil sean thats my partna nem (my fucking brotha)
Fn bullets get to flying ain't no stoppin them (bang bang)
A audeameaur on my arm what I want for christmas (thats what I want)
N if my clique dont ride fo me say bitch I got this pistol
N I been cookin cookin cookin all we sell is dope (right here)
If I can't find you in yo hood we pop up at yo show
You run yo mouth then you get burnt now you know how that go
We need grams an we got soft whip it on the stove
No ion need no possy bitch Im shootin on my own
No ion need no floater bitch Im standin on my own (Im 10 toes down)
Them niggas fucked over my brotha mane I want em gon (them niggas plotting)
I told that bitch man ion trust her so dont call my phone (bitch)
Im stuck up in the street bitch Im really thuggin
Cars black n niggas snitchin I ain't trusting nothing (watch out)
These real diamonds n my chain I faking nothin
Say nigga fuck you n that pistol you ain't takin nothing (yea)
Im out that Chippewa thats right there by that 38 (ehh)
I got my hands on my first gun it was a 38 (glee)
Got tired a being broke so I had to get on my shit
I started robbing niggas, now gimme all that shit (ain't broke no mo)
Ddawg was up in Ryans Detention living in that bitch (free my nigga)
2 days later I slipped up Im wit em in that bitch (damn)
A hoe had set Lil Dave up so ion trust a bitch (nah)
Most a my niggas changed up so ion trust a clique
He got hit wit a choppa no he ain't comin back (my nigga dead)
N boi I put that on Jamal Imma handle that (on Jamal)
I wonder who gon hold me down but Imma wait for that
N if you play its going down, we got K's for that (bang bang)
I say we never broke again (yea)
For my nigga baby Meech, Id die for him
NBA man thats the team, I ride for them
I love em all like my brothas do that time for them
I fuck wit P an Lil sean thats my partna nem (my fucking brotha)
Fn bullets get to flying ain't no stoppin them (bang bang)
A audeameaur on my arm what I want for christmas (thats what I want)
N if my clique dont ride fo me say bitch I got this pistol
N I been cookin cookin cookin all we sell is dope (right here)
If I can't find you in yo hood we pop up at yo show
You run yo mouth then you get burnt now you know how that go
We need grams an we got soft whip it on the stove
No ion need no possy bitch Im shootin on my own
No ion need no floater bitch Im standin on my own (Im 10 toes down)
Them niggas fucked over my brotha mane I want em gon (them niggas plotting)
I told that bitch man ion trust her so dont call my phone (bitch)
Im stuck up in the street bitch Im really thuggin
Cars black n niggas snitchin I ain't trusting nothing (watch out)
These real diamonds n my chain I faking nothin
Say nigga fuck you n that pistol you ain't takin nothing (yea)
Im out that Chippewa thats right there by that 38 (ehh)
I got my hands on my first gun it was a 38 (glee)
Got tired a being broke so I had to get on my shit
I started robbing niggas, now gimme all that shit (ain't broke no mo)
Ddawg was up in Ryans Detention living in that bitch (free my nigga)
2 days later I slipped up Im wit em in that bitch (damn)
A hoe had set Lil Dave up so ion trust a bitch (nah)
Most a my niggas changed up so ion trust a clique
He got hit wit a choppa no he ain't comin back (my nigga dead)
N boi I put that on Jamal Imma handle that (on Jamal)
I wonder who gon hold me down but Imma wait for that
N if you play its going down, we got K's for that (bang bang)
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