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I’m riding with my niggas, I’m a braveheart I’m riding with my niggas to the graveyard It’s us against the world, we ain’t really freeze Might see me in the Rolls, shooters in the Bentley Got 4 niggas with me, and they under 20 They all got them bangers so that shit extended When I say cocaine music bitch I really meant it For the job hit I would let em go for 20 Real niggas licking off, fuck niggas too Stand for summer, fall for anything, you know the scoop Shout out my nigga Verse, Yo Gotti drop that work Yo go against the mob, you pussy getting mobbed Came up from broke, I had nothing but hope All I wanted was yes, they kept telling me no Man these niggas will hate, got nothing better to do Then they all in your face, as soon as you blew Throw them shots with all my real friends Salute to all my old heads Steady chasing that green, ill mill do it all bread Putting on for my team, drunk and high but I’m focused Living out my dream, I ain’t had a job since ‘06 Praise the lord, praise him Could somebody please pass the medication? Could somebody please tell them I’ve been patient? Letras de cancionesDon’t make me call these crazy niggas out the basement We up in here, we drunk as shit Only fucking with the realest niggas in the clique Got the top down, man we too legit If you ride for them niggas, tell me who you with Who you with? Tell me who you with If you ride for them niggas, tell me who you with Who you with? Tell me who you with If you ride for them niggas, tell me who you with Black amigo gang man that’s hood rich Call me Akon, nigga I’m a Konvict Club on this, 30 minuts whole 50 spent We in this bitch popping bottles flexin In the club getting head, sell the bitch a dream Give the vale 5 bands, tell him watch the scene Feds taking pictures cause these niggas hating Talking crack on all these beats put me in situations So I ball in every club, I never wrote a statement They try to charge me from the past, you know I escape it Cause you know who I’m is, real dope boy Come and join the money team, I ain’t talking Floyd We up in here, we drunk as shit Only fucking with the realest niggas in the clique Got the top down, man we too legit If you ride for them niggas, tell me who you with Is you riding for yo clique? Then tell me who you wit OC you see you reppin for a shit, now ain’t no twitter pics Look at this bitch in my section, askin for buzz to hit Since she say she need a boost, I gave that ass a kick On just disrespect all and I can’t help that You see them duct tape goons, it’s best to step back So lie to the left, gonn pull em it’s the 6 So lie to the right and that’s who I’ma be G shine my set wine, too legit to quit You call me hammer Something like a pimp sip And I shout out to David Banner That molly got me smiling, henny got me wailing Short talkin the verse, ridin to Virgin Islands With my whole clique, tell my who you wit. From Letras Mania