La Familia

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray] I'ma tell you the truth, I'm racked up in the booth Tryna let this shit stack like a Ju Shit I been through, just might shed you a tear, if you fuck boys knew what I knew I ain't waiting in line, clear this motherfucker out when you see a young boss come through I ain't wasting no time, bring me a motherfucking dime [?] my boo Who real? Who fake? I ain't got time for that shit, young boy, I'm tryna fill my safe Butterfly my [?] Met a young nigga this fly, so high, I can't feel my face You can ask P, we came from nothing Fuck coming up, look up, I'm coming Why count me out, when I was counting up? And I won't stop until I touch a hundred All that hating you be doing, you gon' get your bitch fucked or nothing In and out my OG house, keep stashing [?], she know I'm up to something Say I dress like a swiper, shit so hard, I need a diaper [?] now who got [?] Meet a bitch, onе night her [?] bitch quick like a tire [?] Eh Titty bar, lеtting shit fly We get it in, niggas get it back Cost a Jordan package when I'm getting high Won't speak a word if they sitting down We bagging zips, blowing out the pound I feel like I'm at home when I'm out of town If it's 'bout money, I don't turn it down Catch me playing 80's when I turn around [Verse 2: Peezy] We raised the crime rate, then raised the prices Out of state with no plate or licance Before we take off, we take the bible 6 hours straight, safe arrival In the V, making 3 G's an hour 2 days, nigga, that's 60 thousand Between 3 niggas, that's a dub a piece Come back, buy 2 buffs, a pare a piece When I was paying 4 G's a pound Y'all niggas couldn't leave the house Cuzz used to front me whatever I buy And I'd have the money back in a decent time Y'all niggas ain't done it all, or seen a crime I don't believe you, nigga, I believe you lieing Niggas talk that shit, and go tell the cops You ain't been nowhere, nigga, you scared to fly To get money, I feel obligated Disrespect, it ain't tolerated Mixing weed, got a lot of flavors I'm so fucking high, hope God can save me Fucking thumbs locking up, from counting paper Out in Sacromento, booked a flight to Vegas Can't do a fuck nigga no kind of favors Stunting on my pages, mama think I made it You ain't never seen no chips We the young niggas on the east with the casino chips Take your ho with me when I dip She ain't never seen a nigga make 30 G's so quick We keep going, we don't quit Just a young fat black nigga, [?] fit Just drunk an 8 of lean, no tip And smoked a half ounce of dope, I can't see, I'm [?] [Verse 3: T-Dot] Got a yay of weed, in the pill spot Pit on fire, still hot This beat finna get killed, got Niggas disappear like they Jill Scott Old drop when I peal through Gang green, mildew Kill dudes with that old Glock When it pop, it's gon' feel new Nigga, I'm with Eastside Ray And my young nigga Peezy Niggas talking slick, they ain't leaving Have them young niggas pull up squeezing Larry boes, 3 a piece He ain't getting money, then he a leach Nigga looking for me, I'm out of reach You ain't heard these numbers since [?] I'm a get money young nigga, fuck indictments I'ma fuck the streets up, fuck the prices Still on 75, fuck a licance On prison calls, with a couple lifers Getting checks, fuck Nike Off the phone, nigga, fuck a bando Talking hundreds, you ain't touched a bando My niggas shooting first, fuck a handle Fuck a dribble, I'm calling [?] He pulling up with them black comandos If the price right, nigga, fam go 223's blow, fuck a Rambo [?] fuck a Lambo Feds watching, still [?] Couldn't kill him, still killed his man though Them AR's on us, nigga what, bitch