News Or Somethin
You know how we be rocking, ya' heard
Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadilac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn't to it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't do it but the way we established
Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family
The way a nigga look 'round here, they a backstab you
Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like an known grim reaper
Bout to get straight finnesed, trynna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four desert nigga
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I see ya crew still laying reppin' thru the West side (Go-Go)
Legs to the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gonl shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
Had the parkay jumping out the Pyrex
High definition glass on my pinky finger
Niggas swimming in the water, no powder
Niggas trying to walk with my shadow
The bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rapper
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the frontstreet where mama said: "Don't go"
We went there
Trap house at bomb with that crack, then we went there
Shawty don't fuck with these fo' seeds
Niggas be telling these days, be telling these days
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I see ya crew still laying reppin' thru the West side (Go-Go)
Legs to the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gonl shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadilac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn't to it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't do it but the way we established
Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family
The way a nigga look 'round here, they a backstab you
Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like an known grim reaper
Bout to get straight finnesed, trynna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four desert nigga
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I see ya crew still laying reppin' thru the West side (Go-Go)
Legs to the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gonl shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
Had the parkay jumping out the Pyrex
High definition glass on my pinky finger
Niggas swimming in the water, no powder
Niggas trying to walk with my shadow
The bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rapper
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the frontstreet where mama said: "Don't go"
We went there
Trap house at bomb with that crack, then we went there
Shawty don't fuck with these fo' seeds
Niggas be telling these days, be telling these days
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I see ya crew still laying reppin' thru the West side (Go-Go)
Legs to the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gonl shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Brandon Rackley, James Bernard Jr. Rosser, Matthew Benjamin Buscarino
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