Official (feat. Fatt Macc & Li Ty)

Keep them racks in our denim, I swear that we been them niggas
Keep on clutchin' that pistol, my partner geekin' off jiggas
I said we the same niggas that's on the block with them killers

If it's up, bitch, then it's stuck, just let me know it's official
Ain't no playin' with them pistols, I'ma slide for my niggas
I'ma ride for my niggas, I ride or die for my niggas
On the block with them robbers, you know they certified killers
If it's up, bitch, it's stuck, bitch, you know we official

If it's up, then it's stuck with me, If you trappin', then fuck with me
Lowest tickets on the bag, got them zips for a buck 50
I be posted with real killers, I refuse to be a victim

I be posted with suspects, I know them boys official
And we ain't talkin' to police, just keep your mouth closed
Cause we be pullin' up 4 deep, hangin' out the window
With them 762s, them 223s, them 556s, puttin' them niggas on T's

I had to bust down my mouth, I spent a grip on my teeth
And I ran up them bands straight out the mud like a cleat
A lot of niggas be cappin', a lot of niggas be actin'
Until you catch them in traffic, they act like they don't know what happened

Keep them racks in our denim, I swear that we been them niggas
Keep on clutchin' that pistol, my partner geekin' off jiggas
I said we the same niggas that's on the block with them killers
If it's up, bitch, then it's stuck, just let me know it's official

Ain't no playin' with them pistols, I'ma slide for my niggas
I'ma ride for my niggas, I ride or die for my niggas
On the block with them robbers, you know they certified killers
If it's up, bitch, it's stuck, bitch, you know we official

Bitch, you know we official, we sendin' shots to your temple
Boy got popped like a pimple, young niggas bust off the rippa
Young niggas came out the projects, aint talkin' money is nonsense
My niggas pull up at your school, them people said it's a bomb threat

Said it's a bomb threat, freaky lil bitch give me dumb neck
Back then, I was bummin', look at me now, bitch, I'm thumbin'
I been thumbin' through hundreds, bitch, I been thumbin' through twenties
Take a loss and get it back, I swear to God that it's nothin'

Swear to God it's nothin' to me, none of these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Tank in the cut, got my cousin with me
Yeah, she bad, but she fuckin' for weed
Yeah, she fuckin' for weed now

Fatt Macc, he gettin' a rebound
Lil' Ty, he shootin' a three now
They thinkin' that we in the league now

Keep them racks in our denim, I swear that we been them niggas
Keep on clutchin' that pistol, my partner geekin' off jiggas
I said we the same niggas that's on the block with them killers
If it's up, bitch, then it's stuck, just let me know it's official
Ain't no playin' with them pistols, I'ma slide for my niggas

I'ma ride for my niggas, I ride or die for my niggas
On the block with them robbers, you know they certified killers
If it's up, bitch, it's stuck, just let me know it's official