Lafamillia

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T. & Babyface Ray] Ayy Yeah Ayy, Ray, Team Eastside (What up?) Tonight, we fuckin' the club up, nigga Dirty Glove Entertainment Free Wine, we got it all on us, ayy (Bitch) [Verse 1: G.T.] Brand-new Breitling, Super Avengers Send Droid to get your alley, bring me steak, Molly for dinner (I need it) I ain't the plug (No), I'm connected to the socket (Socket) If the bag come and drop it, get this money with no problem They lookin' at our pockets (Mmm), add up the profit (Bitch) Niggas got some problems, I'll sensei with the chopper (Graah) I can't evеn stop it, we a motherfuckin' goblin I'll get him off that Molly, hе'd come get my deposit It take money to go to war, we spend money on guns Thirty clips, fifty cals, hundred-round drums Protect your chest, you better duck when we come 'Cause we them niggas with guns, and we'll shoot 'em for fun Bebe [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] New Audemars, one ice, one stainless I don't know which one to wear while I'm in the club reignin' I get white thick, my goons, they'll waste you Nigga, fuck a vest, you need a bulletproof faith too Hoes on my dick like, "I love you" when I skate through Fuck bein' leavin', now she textin' like, "I hate you" I ain't savin' hoes (Nope), I don't wear a cape, boo (Never) Bitch, I'm gettin' money, all my niggas gettin' cake too (What up, though?) Every damn grateful tryna get it up like grateful (Damn) Where you at, the set, nigga? Y'all a fool, I'm on Maple (Bitch) In the Benz, me and 80 off a four, I just drank two (Leanin') Boy, stay in your lane (Ayy), you can do it M.I.A dude [Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P] Clearly I'm a warren nigga, clearly I don't give a fuck I fuck with them real killers, scope 'em out, hit 'em up I fuck with them real dudes, we get it, we stretch it We don't know you, then we taxin', thank the Lord for my blessings Niggas sayin' they don't fuck with me (Pussy), that shit sound gay (Bitch) Niggas better get some P's for the E-way (Pussy) Bitch, I'm a G, bet your bitch know Lil P (Go) Same Trues for a week, bitch, I hustle like Ski Bitch, I ain't tryna preach, come give some head to the set Ain't no love for a bitch, but I love some good neck (Go) Real Warren nigga from [?] to the 'jects Real street nigga, opps work out and flex, bitch [Verse 4: Damedot] Ballin' in the game (Opp bitch), Loud Boy and Kane Lil' B just hit the jeweler and put thirties in his frames Bad bitches call my phone when they ready for an orgy Before I hit the club, I slide past it on the Forgis (Forgis) True Religion Jeans sent me back three-fourty Can't answer to the bouncer just to get in with the 40 (Bitch) I'm crispy to the tee (Tee), lean off a three If you got 'em for the cheap, you the nigga I could see (Yeah) Could never bag hoes, now I choose by the twos Air Jordan 2's make moves with the blues Used to want roxy off 106 & Park Now a nigga sittin' roxies OT for a part (Ayy, bitch) [Verse 5: Damedot] Niggas say they talkin' money, boy, I'm all ears (I can't hear you niggas) Took a couple big losses, but I bossed still If you run off with the bag, then it's all real (Shit real) Put a band on your head like Paul Pierce I'm the motherfuckin' man, you's a lil' boy (Lil' nigga) I know niggas payin' nine for them sealed boys (What up, Dame?) I came fifteen, shoutout to them pill boys (Hit me up) You niggas couldn't walk a mile in my Kilroys Me and 80 took the rental on an Act' trip (Yeah) Turned right around and sold it, that's a backflip I only want the M-30s like a MAC clip And I'ma bring it to your crib like MapQuest Nigga [Verse 6: Peezy] Yeah Team Eastside, nigga Free my nigga Icewear Green guys Syrup Gang Brand-new Rollie (What?), this bitch a presi' (Presi') Bag come, I stretch it, go and buy my bitch a president (Here you go) Three in a one, this shit darker than a Pepsi (Aw shit) Wake up out my sleep, go and cash some shit at Treasures (Lean) They lookin' at my buffies (Bitch), add up the clusters (Nigga) Niggas actin' cold, I'd send Snoop with the oven (Go get 'em, Snoop) I can't even stop him, nigga play and he in trouble (Bah) Eastside nigga, but got money long as Huddle It take skill to ball like me, I should coach these niggas (Coach these niggas) Keep talkin' all loud, I'll smoke these niggas (I'll smoke these niggas) Might slap fives now, but I don't know these niggas (I don't know these niggas) Plus I'm leanin' off that lean like a dope fiend, nigga, yeah [Verse 7: Team Eastside Snoop] White buffs vanilla, bitch, ride with banana clips (Hundred rounds) Fuckboy sell him hit, go get your banana split (Bitch) Hatin' niggas, tell 'em this, bitch, I'm out here takin' risks My lil' niggas takin' shit, them other niggas fakin', bitch These niggas ain't gettin' shit from me, bitches ain't gettin' shit from me Look me up on Twitter, bitch, @poundgetmoney Middle of the drought, them the same niggas gettin' dummy I can't give a fuck 'bout a ho long as my kitchen love me You can hit the club Monday (Day), shootin' free-throws I don't give a fuck, bitch (Bitch), 'cause it was free pros They come with the seal on it, you can keep those Two-hundred-round choppers, you can meet those [Verse 8] I'll do the wrong shit for the right price (Believe me) Talkin' 'bout money, it's 'bout to be a long night Couple hundred for some sneakers, nigga, foam life Phone bangin' like a beeper 'cause I show white Cops on, stop askin' 'bout a blow price If you run off with some work, then that's your life (That's your life) You can tell bein' broke and makin' bad flips While I be thumbin' through that check like I'm a cashier You say you got it, lil' nigga, show some cash then We been shippin' pills out, we got the bag in And when it's time to sell crack, we got it crackin' Bands in a shoebox 'cause I'm stackin' Nigga