My Hitta Remix

I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on ride now my mind's House Front you with that work out in front Of work He say want that head up but We don't fight fair, bruh Catch you slippin' from Your backside then knock you out Ace gon' stomp You out, them Buddha gon' stomp you out mama Ever seen would've busted out and bust a mouth Nine milli pokin' out, four fizzy pokin' out Death Row days show you what this West Coast about I'd die for my, die for my Jump in Front of bullet for my motherfuckin' On the stand, I'd lie for my Rob a bank, I'd drive For my, ride for my Real talk, I don't Really feel it for too many Drop a, Drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like this money Tickle Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, Suck a nipple And I never put a before My bro Don't beef over no In my sell Them keys if you can't open your door Hope You vibe for my, vibe for my When it Rains, it pours, it's dry for me and my Yeah, I kill for my, kill for my Vice Versa, eyes red from the kush, I blue White Person got my middle finger on the trigger and Wave my little finger to you That's West all Y'all Except my I say that I'ma ride for my Most likely I'ma die for my I been grindin' outside all day with my And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas My hittas, my hittas My hittas, my hittas Oh, I just spent a Million dollars on my, dollars on my You catch Me out Chicago with Chicago with the hittas Colorado Number nine, Lil Durk done bring the triggers And When we in the lean, we ain't fuckin' with The liquor I'ma buy a hundred bottles just to Give it to the She keep likin' all my pictures 'cause she see The way I ball How my wrist and neck Be lit up Catch you at the red light, Have 'em screamin', "Can't get up" Say a name From the bottom, man, the damn thing change Kept Me out in screamin' money everything In a red Mulsanne lookin' like I claim blood And if homie Ain't my homie then I know it ain't love Screamin' out four hundred while I just mined it 'Cause I been in the field, life on the Line with her And if it's really real, Why I'd probably die with her? 'Cause when I need them choppers, I just tell Goth, "Hit 'em," I say that I'ma ride for My Most likely I'ma die for my I been grindin' outside all day with my And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas My hittas, my hittas My hittas, hittas, my hittas I-I-I-I-I just got two Hundred-fifty thousand dollars for a verse I-I-I Don't know, is it me or is ya thirsty? You-you-you ain't got no joints Like the injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just Come through with a couple boss They get money Too, they some don't cross me Flossy, This Sergio Rossi And if we at the game, Then it's floor seats, bitch I-I-I-I-I ride for my, I'm so, I'm so rich, I cop rides for My Dollar Menu fries, apple pies, Other I drop a freestyle and get a rise Out a motherfucker I need a with some different Strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main and My side Need a, need a with some good Neck, odd stretches My I say that I'ma ride For my Most likely I'ma die for my I been grindin' outside all day with my And I ain't goin' unless I'm with my hittas My Hittas, my hittas Hittas You have to come through you 'cause can't Do that queen heat oven, three hundred and like You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt Moneybagg on the beat, ho Haha Young Mula, baby