[ Featuring Booka600, Only The Family ]
(JD on the track)
(It's a Leekeleek banga)
My young niggas go 7:30, these f*ck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
And you can't call us broke, 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my niggas ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that .45, that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes
I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me
They say they catch me they gon' do me dirty
Two in my head like a Wall jersey
Slept in the trenches roaches crawled on me
Ain't like no pictures 'cause my wall's dirty
Had a baby by a bitch who with other turf
For Booka do double life for my brother worth
They wanna see me die, they see my mother hurt
We don't fall out for no niggas, I put my brother first
I'ma take these Perkies 'til my stomach burst
I lost my cousin, made my stomach hurt
And with this fame I kill any nigga wanna see Varney hurt
Put my life on the line for niggas who don't put me first
My young niggas go 7:30, these f*ck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
And you can't call us broke, 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my niggas ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that .45, that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes
I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me
In my brothers I believe 'em, until the end I guarantee, yeah
You got my loyalty indeed, and a couple Glocks if you need them
And we gon' stick to the procedure, you got my back and always even
We just some vultures they can't seize us, we go to war for four seasons, uh
Only Fam', yeah, that's my legion, from the nine you can catch this ether
Watch the bullets catch and watch his soul leave 'em
Ayy, Boo, they called us creatures, bro they tweakin'
They play with me I leave 'em, that's on Steve Drive
My young niggas go 7:30, these f*ck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
And you can't call us broke, 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my niggas ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that .45, that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes
I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me
