We Them

Lyrics

[Intro] (Bang that shit) Come on [Verse] These Balenciaga sneaks, watch where you steppin' This a switch, it can shoot a hundred bullets in like a second Today, I woke up countin' money, you probably woke up stressin' How I'm smokin', I be outside every day, ain't nothin' happenin' Big blunts of the exotic, I'm in the sky right now Free my niggas out the jails, I know they hopin' I pop Wasn't even thinkin' 'bout no rap when I was servin' crack rocks I ain't even sign no deal when I brought foreigns to the block, nigga Gettin' high as hell, smokin' exotic It feel good to fuck the ho that tried to hold me bеfore I popped Nigga blow me out in public, I'm gon' blow him out his socks Tеll Blue I can feel his pain, I done had a Chrisean Rock Everybody love you 'til that money stop My brother got your brother dropped Two different fullies and one chopper, that's a hundred shots (Ayy, that's a hundred shots) I'll fuck around and break the rim just like Shaq did Play with us, he ain't gon' make it to the league just like Shaq kids She wanna hang around with me, she said I'm vibin' Bitch bad, if I rated her one through ten, I'll dime her I done scored a lot of buckets like James Harden on the Rockets I don't steal, but I'll take everything from out your pockets, nigga [Chorus] We them niggas that they told you about We them niggas who come to the party, shut that bitch down And we them niggas in the hood, hundred 'bows, hundred rounds I'm like Curry, I got range, I can shoot from out of bounds We them niggas that they told you about We them niggas who come to the party, shut that bitch down And we them niggas in the hood, hundred 'bows, hundred rounds I'm like Curry, I got range, I can shoot from out of bounds [Verse 2] I'm gettin' money now, these hoes ought to be nice That ten milli' like Floyd in '05, just like Tyson Everybody can't be killers, somebody got to be lyin' Of course you mad, look at how many of your friends that done died I got options, she ain't tryna sleep with me, then I'm like, "Fine" I ain't cryin' over no bitch, she'll be yours before she mine I'm so married to that money, if it can fit, I'd put a ring on it Bro a savage, he was already on the 'Gram, he threw the beam on it Right now, I'm cruisin' through the city with the baddest bitch in the world Fuckin' up the game like Derrick Rose on the Bulls You ain't got no motion, I can get you somethin', I got pull Pay somebody to whack Draymond nose if I was Poole (If I was Poole)