Affiliations (feat. ALLBLACK, TLG Dooda, EBK Trey B & EBK Lil Sleaze)
Jew3lz, Jew3lz (Yo Bitch on this one)
You either with us or against us, nigga, pick a side (pick a side)
Brody said he on a hype, be tryna wanna swat a fly (ah-ah-ah-ah)
And I can tell that nigga nervous, he ain't try to slide (what the fuck?)
We been on the block, them niggas stupid if they say we hidin' (ah-ah)
I roll with killas, demons, jackers, but I'm some pimpin'
I just look like this, best believe I'm never slippin'
When we slide e'rybody die, we don't leave no witness
Put this barrel down his mouth, he gon' meet the dentist
In my feelings, I want love that I ain't ever had
Bro threw me wap, I'm on the block if suckas make me mad
I just want it all, can't give a fuck, I barely had a dad
Mama wasn't 'round, creepin' through yo' section with this hockey mask
I was down on my dick, nobody gave me shit (nobody gave me shit)
I think I spot a bust down, I finna break a wrist
I just knocked three hoes, I'm finna take a trip (I'm finna hit the road)
I'm finna sell a fake brick 'cause niggas barely see it (barely see it)
I won't touch that Glock unless it got a switch
All that talkin', nigga, that's what got your partner hit
Forever with my brothers, and we steppin' over that one shit
It was me and Joc bouncin' out with them one blicks (ah-ah)
You either with us or against us, nigga, pick a side (pick a side)
Brody said he on a hype, be tryna wanna swat a fly (ah-ah-ah-ah)
And I can tell that nigga nervous, he ain't try to slide (what the fuck?)
We been on the block, them niggas stupid if they say we hidin' (ah-ah)
I roll with killas, demons, jackers, but I'm some pimpin'
I just look like this, best believe I'm never slippin'
When we slide e'rybody die, we don't leave no witness
Put this barrel down his mouth, he gon' meet the dentist
In my feelings, I want love that I ain't ever had
Bro threw me wap, I'm on the block if suckas make me mad
I just want it all, can't give a fuck, I barely had a dad
Mama wasn't 'round, creepin' through yo' section with this hockey mask
I was down on my dick, nobody gave me shit (nobody gave me shit)
I think I spot a bust down, I finna break a wrist
I just knocked three hoes, I'm finna take a trip (I'm finna hit the road)
I'm finna sell a fake brick 'cause niggas barely see it (barely see it)
I won't touch that Glock unless it got a switch
All that talkin', nigga, that's what got your partner hit
Forever with my brothers, and we steppin' over that one shit
It was me and Joc bouncin' out with them one blicks (ah-ah)
Credits
Writer(s): Jalique Moore, Toussaint Bryant
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