I got to keep the .44, nahmean
D'Angelo Russell mother****er
I don't trust ya
It's coming right here
Yeah
Got to keep the .44, nahmean
Let's keep it on the low, nahmean
Friends turn to foes, nahmean
And we was playing on the same team
D'Angelo Russell mother****er
I don't trust ya
They going to light you up
And let it burn like Usher
They going to be the ones inside the church
With the usher
Eddie Bishop blown
Two-faced mother****er
You don't really want to go there
My brotha
You don't really want to go there
My brotha
You ain't even my brotha
You ain't even my cousin
If I've seen em on the streets
I'ma start to get to bustin
And if you trying to keep the peace
Reggie Bush, I'ma rush em (rush em)
And put the peace out like a Russian (like a Russian)
It's a cold ass world, we in Russia (we in Russia)
It's a cold ass world so we dump him (**** him)
Nahmean (nahmean)
Let's keep it on the low, nahmean (nahmean)
Friends turn to foes, nahmean (nahmean)
And we was playing on the same team (same team)
D'Angelo Russell mother****er
I don't trust ya (I don't trust ya)
They going to light you up
And let it burn like Usher (burn like Usher)
They going to be the ones inside the church
With the usher (church with the usher)
Eddie Bishop blown
Two-faced mother****er
Yes, yes, yes
You, you
And everybody on the same shit
**** you, you
And everybody that you came with
**** you, you
And everybody on the same shit
**** you, you
And everybody that you came with
And everybody that you came with
We were suppose to be the dream team
We were suppose to do our ting ting
Now every time the phone vibrate
I see a no name and I let the phone ring ring
I ain't really trippin' on no business, just business
If you give them two stacks
They going to turn into a witness
I'ma pat them on the back
Great job, y'all some b*****s
But I can't blame them
Nowadays who isn't
Now I'm riding down seventy-five south
With the top down
Wish a ****er would
Make me hop out
I just hope you understand
If you messin' with the fam
Whole city on lock down
Feeling like Whizzy is a drum now
Where the real ones at?
Where the real ones at?
Only trust my mama
Know she got my back
Mother, **** you
And everyone who love you back (****)
Nahmean (nahmean)
Let's keep it on the low, nahmean (nahmean)
Friends turn to foes, nahmean (nahmean)
And we was playing on the same team (same team)
D'Angelo Russell mother****er
I don't trust ya (I don't trust ya)
They going to light you up
And let it burn like Usher (burn like Usher)
They going to be the ones inside the church
With the usher (church with the usher)
Eddie Bishop blown
Two-faced mother****er
Yes, yes, yes
You, you
And everybody on the same shit
**** you, you
And everybody that you came with
**** you, you
And everybody on the same shit
**** you, you
And everybody that you came with
And everybody that you came with
You, you
And everybody on the same shit
**** you, you
And everybody that you came with
**** you, you
And everybody on the same shit
**** you, you
And everybody that you came with
And everybody that you came with