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NAV & Lil Keed – Trains Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: NAV]
Ridin’ in the Flying Spur, look up, I’m in the air (Skrrt)
With my Slimes, everybody got toolies, we well-prepared (Well-prepared)
Man of my town, in my hood, I’m like the mayor (Like the mayor)
Boardin’ on a jet, I can barely walk up the stairs (Up the stairs)
Fuckin’ hoes, blow out her back on a Perc’
Eat me up, she treat my dick like dessert
Money and fame is a gift and a curse
People that’s closest gon’ hurt you the worst
I’m always booked, got no dates on my calendar
Livе in the states, I can send shots to Canada
Wholе squad is litty, we geeked, they can’t handle us
Puttin’ shit on stop and then pose for the camera

[Chorus: NAV & Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get bitches by the two
I fuck her one time then pass her to the Slimes (Slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic
Told my ex-girl that I’m doin’ fine (Okay)
Diamonds shinin’ bright in the dark
You ain’t gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (Bling)
Careful where you step, don’t step on my shoes
Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds
Paid a lawyer for the case
My brother got charges he can’t erase (No)
AK’s like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I’m doin’ the race (Skrrt)
My stick relevant, fifth generation, got a Glock with switch up the day
Ain’t tryna play God, but when it come to my opps, I’m choosin’ they fate (Keed, talk to ’em)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Spazz, I pull up with a hundred round cutter on the block and you niggas gon’ tell
Ya I spent ’bout one-fizzy on some chains just to say, “I wish a nigga dare”
Yeah, it’s ’bout fifty niggas stuntin’ on your block with the blicky
One of them killed
If a bitch catch me on the bel-air, buddy, I’m dunkin’ on the pussy, O’Neal
Yeah, I’m runnin’ my route, catch a bag at the stop
Yeah, they call me Odell (Slatt, ayy)
Yeah, you know we side by side, slime
Goin’ all the way there, ’bout mine
Bet that ho on my fin, that’s a Hermès
I’m shinin’, she like, “Who that with the blonde dreads?”
I’m grindin’, I know where the dough at
I’m tellin’ you, I’ll never go back
To that Porsche, yeah, I’m rockin’ a Rollie
I’m tellin’ you, I’ll never go back
High-class whips, high-class bitch, she suck my dick
Drank my spit, look at my wrist
You ain’t gon’ whack nothin’, you ain’t on Nick
I’m pressin’ you animal lovers, I’m tellin’ your OG
Better keep your dog on a leash (Woo)
I’m tellin’ these fuckin’ niggas, diamonds slippin’
We killin’ shit, go ahead and leave (Let’s go)

[Chorus: NAV]
Yeah, I get bitches by the two
I fuck her one time then pass her to the slimes (Slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic
Told my ex-girl that I’m doin’ fine (Okay)
Diamonds shinin’ bright in the dark
You ain’t gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (Bling)
Careful where you step, don’t step on my shoes
Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds
Paid a lawyer for the case
My brother got charges he can’t erase (No)
AK’s like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I’m doin’ the race (Skrrt)
My stick relevant, fifth generation, got a Glock with switch up the day
Ain’t tryna play God, but when it come to my opps, I’m choosin’ they fate

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Glock in My Lap Lyrics

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[Intro]
Y’all niggas stop playin’, nigga
Y’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay)
Okay (21, Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21

[Verse 1]
Big 4L, I’m a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.45 on me, it’s a Kimber (And what?)
AK knockin’ down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama ‘fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin’ out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)
All black tux, I’m a business man (Pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin’ killеrs hand (Woah)
Take the plug off and the middlе man (Woah)
Spray the whole block, I don’t give a damn (Woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I’m a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin’ with the rock like I’m jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
[Chorus]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

[Verse 2]
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we’ll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
‘Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun it in
Keep it in the street, I ain’t doin’ no squealin’
I don’t never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain’t doin’ no drillin’
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up)
17 breakin’ down a P (On God)
18 start sellin’ hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin’ down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain’t never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo’ cheese (Pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (Straight up)
Don’t argue, we don’t fuss (Straight up)
No talkin’, he get touched (Straight up)
I can’t smoke my opps (On God)
‘Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (Pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, but don’t rush (21)
Havin’ threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I walk around with them thot packs (21)
But I ain’t got no yard rush
[Chorus]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Lil Wayne – Siri Lyrics

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[Intro]
Mike WiLL Made-It!
Ear Drummers

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I can’t trust my iPhone, I can’t trust these bitches
Haters praying for my downfall, at least they’re religious
People in Hell, they want rainfall, your bitch just want these digits
I feel like I’m on her payroll how she pay my ass a visit
We put both iPhones on silent, both iPhones on silent
I only answer for my niggas, careful with that dialogue
Man, my house ain’t got no house phone
My flip phone is a chip phone
Got a prepaid and that bitch on, but still, I use my bitch phone
‘Cause I can’t trust my iPhone, I can’t trust my SIM card
I got Siri talkin’ dirty to me, tryna make my dick hard
I got Tunechi on my ringtonе, my children on my home screen
I choke you with thе phone charger
Sold more crack than my phone screen, let’s go
Fur floor mats, I’m bare feet, nigga
100K a week, that’s a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga
But you never know what you never know
Nigga sell you coke and it wasn’t coke
Hang ’em off the building and let ’em go
That’s how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I’m a hot boy, I’ll burn your hand
I’m a real life Untouchable
I run the show, I run the show
Sell anything but my soul
And I’m prayin’ that the only cuffs
That touch my wrist come with button holes, for real
Smokin’ on the good
Killin’ these hoes like Blair Underwood
Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit, I swear to his lucky foot
Ever since he died of jealousy, I’ve been looking for a cure
You see, my daddy had that work, now they watch his son get to it
And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls
If niggas buyin’ I throw out some numbers to ’em
Numbers soundin’ yummy to ’em
You need more, just call my ho, I gave her phone number to ’em
‘Cause you know
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, paint it period red
Go tell your boss we can get ’em cheaper than where he paid
Let’s go

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I can’t trust my iPhone (Nope), .44 on my thighbone (Huh)
You can have the eye of the tiger
I’m the one the tiger better have his eye on, okay
Fussin’ with my redbone (Bitch), hang up when my high gone (Why)
Ball ’til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon’ pile on, uh
Assault rifle, now mouth off
Some niggas make it all the way to the top and ball too hard then bounce off
Like my homeboy, let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong
Almost beat that ho to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him
‘Cause I ain’t even got an ounce for ’em
I keep running out on ’em
Everybody gotta eat, just try not to leave the mouse crumbs
.223 right here, this to keep the whole house warm
Then I skate by one of my hoes house, girl, I gotta use your house phone
‘Cause she know I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can’t trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds
Cocaine, pour the twenty-eight gram buffet
Turn your block into a police ambulance parade, let’s go
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo)
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that thing with Stunna (Yeah), interior red (Tell ’em)
Go tell your boss we can get ’em cheaper than where he paid, let’s go, yeah (2 Chainz, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Hello? (Hello?)
Most of my niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto)
Through the concrete grew a rose (Grew a rose)
Petals smellin’ like gun metal (Bah)
Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah)
My girlfriend wearin’ stilettos (Yeah)
My wife don’t like when I call my girlfriend my girlfriend
She think she’s special (Tru)
I whippin’ and flippin’ the extras (Woo, extra)
Fucked that bitch off a text message (Damn)
You know what it is when you fuck with the kid
I got medicine all in my beverage (Lean)
Look at your watch, it say my time (My time)
They callin’ my phone like a hotline (Hotline)
I’m about to switch this shit up (Shit up)
Got a metro for my thot line (Woo)
Got to crip walk on the outside (Yeah)
Whip the same color apartheid (Yeah)
On the phone kickin’, pimpin’
You know I surround that bitch out like a chalk line
Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris
I ring, iPhone don’t work on this island (True)
AK smilin’ as I pose for a threat
All these bad hoes in here, we need a pole in this bitch
If they’re quick to pick her up, I cut that bitch like a machete
I might overdose on shrimp scampi in Italy, I’m like
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red
Go tell your boss we can get ’em cheaper than where he paid, let’s go, yeah
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

Lil Skies – Lightbeam Lyrics

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[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Yeah, balling once we get a bag
If I give you everything
Would you go pop these tags?
If I was down bad
Would you give all you had?
I just wanna make you laugh
I don’t wanna make you mad
I don’t wanna make you sad
I just wanna make you glad, yeah
Swervin’ off up in the car
Babygirl goin’ too fast
Babygirl gotta brag
Babygirl way too different
Shawty, she don’t ever listen
I’m Jordan, she Scottie Pippen
Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay
That is my lil’ baby
She be drivin’ me cray-cray
Might load up my AK
I’ma walk down right on that street
I’ma tell that boy come to me
I’ma tell him to take a seat
I’ma shoot him and his BB
Oh, yeah
Drivin’ the car, that suburban
Lil’ baby go sit on my lap
She ridin’ my dick while I’m swervin’
I busted my nuts on her tits
She seein’ my kids in person
And she keep a Glock in the girdle
Pull it out and she makin’ ’em hurdle
Oh, yeah, she makin’ ’em nervous
One-five, we keep it the service
And I got the drugs like a merchant
Cap callin’, he sayin’ it’s urgent
He callin’, he check on my purchase
I got it, my nigga, I earned it
I flipped it and sold it and burned it
I went to the land with the Persians

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery

[Bridge: Lil Skies]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NoCap]
If I go to the grave, it’s gon’ be hard to replace me
Cartier shades just to hide intoxication
I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper
I got shooters on demand, we ain’t payin’ for no cable
Vampire, count that money in the dark
I tote that stingray, but I know that I’m a shark
I split that lil’ bitch wig, then I tell her play her part
I still’ll shoot this bitch, I know I’m hangin’ ’round stars
You in my hand, somethin’ like sanitizer
And I won’t argue ’bout who get higher
I ain’t stuntin’ that nigga ’cause I get way flyer
Eat every beat that I’m on, these tracks like appetizers
Ayy, Lil Skies, you good? What you on?

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery

SahBabii – 100 Round Drum Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
He got a hundred round drum
He got a hundred round drum

[Verse 1]
I’ma hop out that shit with an AK
No circus monkeys, I hang with some big apes
They serving choppers, this bitch having big bank (Yeah)
Chill out today, you go ‘head and bick back (Yeah)
I am a wildebeest, I cannot be tamed (Yeah)
[?] nuts on a Draco Glock with a dang-a-lang
I’ma spot his ass just like a leopard
You was lacking, it couldn’t get no better
I’ma lick up the side bitch, now she do whatever
Empty the clip, he can get no better
Strippers and [?] with my brother
She play with the grass and eat the bananas (Eat the bananas)
Huh, it’s a animal planet (Planet)
These niggas can’t stand me (Stand me)
These bitches can’t stand me (These bitches can’t stand me)
Huh, it’s a animal planet (Planet)
These niggas can’t stand me (Stand me)
These bitches can’t stand me (These bitches can’t stand me)

[Chorus]
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
He got a hundred round drum
He got a hundred round drum

[Verse 2]
I’ma hang from the tree, I’ma hang from the tree
Ape life, you niggas anchovies
Got shooters in the car, I’m in a HOV
Over there with the suckers where you ‘posed to be
You wasn’t where you ‘posed to be, you focus on me
You’s an internet gangster, boy, stop postin’ me (Stop postin’ me)
[?] I’ma stuff ’em with [?]
Built like a pig, I’ma stuff ’em with truffles
They say I’m the devil, got Prada on my feet (Prada on my feet)
They say I’m the devil, got Prada on my feet (Prada on my feet)
Feet (Hundred round drum)

[Chorus]
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
He got a hundred round drum
He got a hundred round drum

NAV – Chirp Lyrics

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[Intro: NAV]
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
Um, I’m still, I’m still recording, but you wanna come by?

[Verse 1: NAV]
Workin’, I don’t get a break like a Kit-Kat
Rockin’ all designer clothes, but it’s mismatched (Ayy)
I don’t ever worry ’bout where my bitch at (Bitch)
Drivin’ packs on the road, had to risk that (Let’s go, brr)
I’ma get the Rollie slime green, slatt, slatt (Slatt)
They movin’ out the way every time I back back (Skrrt)
Spent 150K, got my wrist wrapped
I could put the money up, I know I get it back
Both of my pinkies got riggity-rocks (Big rocks)
I could get birds by the fliggity-flock (Brr)
Shoppin’ in Paris for drippity-drop
Makin’ hits, I’ll never flippity-flop (Flop)
I can’t just let any bitch in my spot
Before you get in, are you fuckin’ or not?
I’ll take some top, I don’t care for the box
She on the way, I fell asleep on the Wock’
Pullin’ out bitches from the crowd at my show
Like a hood girl, I don’t like pink toes
I think I’ma keep her, I’m impressed by her throat
Bought the bitch a Benz with a Prada pink coat
Yeah, I pop pills, I been rollin’ all day
Ain’t a bad bitch in my city I ain’t slay
Wake up in the morning, ‘fore I eat, I get cake
Don’t wanna hear your problems, got a lot on my plate

[Chorus: NAV & Quavo]
My phone go chirp (Brrt)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Tried to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse)
Cash said eighty for a verse (Yeah)
Say you got half, let’s work (Yeah)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Let’s go)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Told her put the money in her skirt (Skirt)
Told her bend that ass, she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blur, drip
Clear water, pure water, surf, flip
All this money I get
Throwin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch strip, strip (Pop it)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
My whip is exotic, my bitch is exotic
And we on the block with narcotics (Narco)
AK won’t fit in my pocket
We order five privates to the tropics (Woah)
I want two hundred M’s, ain’t no option
We keep on poppin’ pills ’til it’s toxic (Yeah)
Dirty the money, laundry, had to wash it (Yeah)
I put the bounty on him, had to drop it (Drop it, uh)
On the phone, put ’em on a lil’ lick (Brrt)
If you hit, I’ma get a lil’ rich (Brrt)
Don’t call if it don’t make sense (No, no)
Don’t make cheese, it don’t make sense (No, no)
Got too many tings on the leash (Too)
Good dope make ’em turn to a fiend (No)
Alicia (Yeah), Alicia (Alicia), Alicia when I play with the keys

[Chorus: NAV & Quavo]
My phone go chirp (Brrt, phone go chirp)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Tried to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse, broke the curse)
Cash said eighty for a verse (Yeah, yeah)
Say you got half, let’s work (Yeah, let’s work)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Let’s go)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Told her put the money in her skirt (Skirt)
Told her bend that ass, she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blur, drip
Clear water, pure water, surf, flip
All this money I get
Throwin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch strip, strip (Pop it)

Marlo – 4 Life Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah I’m down when you wanna ride
Slide when you wanna slide
I’m down when you wanna ride
I’m ridin’ when you wanna ride
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
You know I’m down when you wanna ride

[Chorus]
Know who was gon’ be right by my side when it’s time to ride
With a big old chopper inside, we ready to ride
We gon’ shot up on them boys and they gon’ die
With them big clips and them long sticks
Pray to God that we don’t miss when them shots hit
Call the shit 2Pac shit, we done topped shit
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
Slide how you wanna slide
And I’m ridin’ when you wanna ride
Deep inside I can’t hide
You know I’m down with my niggas for life
You know I’m down with my niggas for life

[Verse 1]
I lost my right hand in jam
I told him niggas never tell
I told him soon as you get a bond you’ll make bail
You know I’m stayin’ down in the trenches
Stackin’ figures and gettin’ digits
I been quick flippin’ them pigeons
Gettin’ off burgers, I’m that nigga
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
Slide when you wanna slide
I never questioned your loyalty
Never put no one before me
Remember when you bought me the Hellcat, them niggas ain’t feel that
Where the real at, and we still pop pills, nigga where the pills at?
Geekin’ off the molly all days and shootin’ K’s
And got a thirty hangin’ off the waist, nigga buck he gettin’ sprayed
With an AK and I leave your body found up in the hallways
Know the nigga been sellin’ crack up in them hallways
Slanging rocks all day

[Chorus]
Know who was gon’ be right by my side when it’s time to ride
With a big old chopper inside, we ready to ride
We gon’ shot up on them boys and they gon’ die
With them big clips and them long sticks
Pray to God that we don’t miss when them shots hit
Call the shit 2Pac shit, we done topped shit
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
Slide how you wanna slide
And I’m ridin’ when you wanna ride
Deep inside I can’t hide
You know I’m down with my niggas for life
You know I’m down with my niggas for life

[Verse 2]
Told my man if we ever break apart that’d be hard
‘Cause I know we kept it real from the start and that my boy
I know it tweets next and I’ll be the only thousand but we still here
We stood up on the body and beat the body, nigga you so real
And I told you we was gon’ be the man, came up with a master plan
Done did what I said and then we split up all that bread
Went half on the whole thing, spot down like a soul train
You want gas or the propane, still shippin’ off a boat mane
These bitches done got me stuntin’, don’t go hard, I go the hardest
With a big backpack weighin’ on my boy, free my boy, he go the hardest
And I’m still screamin’ free all them real niggas
Them real killers, them drug dealers, them bad bitches
Hold it down for the city nigga

[Chorus]
Know who was gon’ be right by my side when it’s time to ride
With a big old chopper inside, we ready to ride
We gon’ shot up on them boys and they gon’ die
With them big clips and them long sticks
Pray to God that we don’t miss when them shots hit
Call the shit 2Pac shit, we done topped shit
You know I’m down when you wanna ride
Slide how you wanna slide
And I’m ridin’ when you wanna ride
Deep inside I can’t hide
You know I’m down with my niggas for life
You know I’m down with my niggas for life