4 niggas in a honda
3 end up surviving
2 living righteous
And the other one's a monster
Nigga snakes in the grass
Got lawn mower for ya
32 under the shirt
Attach a long nose for ya
And we don't play we do it to death
The feens said this shit crack
Told us who was the chef
In the kitchen with a pot and some arm and hammer
A bad bitch naked from the neck down
Pussy sweeter than cool aid jammers
And she say the safe
Is right under the mattress
Beneath the hard wood
Long as buddy good on his return
Then its all good
But anything short
We at ya door
And it's all hood
Its mask on
Matte black 30
I need it all cuz
It was round 8:42
I just got off work
So I got some free time
Told my girl to come through
F*cked twice
Now she sleep she aint goin three times
What the f*ck im gon do
Im so bored Im on the gram like somebody hit my line
But I aint have a clue
That my phone would start ringing
Check the screen and it was Prime
He like
Bro I need yo whip
Im wit my niggas
Can you scoop us real quick
Just down the road
Gotta go
And do some shit
We'll pay you back
We'll be done
Real swift
Just wait outside
We'll be back in a jiff
Now we 4 deep in a honda
Im speedin sorta kinda
Bumpin some Nirvana
Im just tryna find a
Upbeat song
But im scrolling too fast
A humid on the dash
Im just tryin not to crash
I shoulda stayed home
I been feeling jet lag
I needa come back for the minor setbacks
O'shea takes a breath
Then he reaches in his bag
He puts his hand out
And he's handing me a mask
Its my side of the story now
Gotta
Reach back bring the forty round
I might just unload the clip
My nigga look shook
Think he feening to shift
Feening for glory
Like he moving bricks in the hood
Momma stuck where she at
Aint got no love where she at
Guess I gotta just stack
Grab 50 racks
F*ck it
Bro empty that
Feel like im Cleo
But f*ck
Where my mask
Gotta stack paper
Think bro brought his laser
He flexing his paper
His eyes moving slow
Thinking bout takin this shit for his own
Feel like he movin into a new zone
See in his eyes
Hope his finger on hold
Gotta remember his family at home
Gotta think bout when his daughters alone
With a nigga who told her that she was the one
He
Scheme
All because her pops was holding a beam
We
Think we in trouble
But f*ck it
We here
Might as well go head and let off the clips
4 hooded niggas in a honda
Cruising the hood tryna find a
Way to solve our many problems
F*ck going back
Who behind em
Feel like them demons gon find me
Gon find me
Gon pull up beside me
Might be who beside me
This 9 piece just might creep up on em real slow
Real Slow
But this is my side
But this is my side
Yeah
Riding with some niggas in a civic that I just met
Prime, O'shea and lil Zay had a play say thats a big bet
Money on the table hit the bank
I gotta get that
Zay don't wanna be here he would rather hit a kickback
O'shea in the whip he got a stick will blow yo shit back
Prime come from the bricks
He with the shits
He got a big strap
Zay was just a driver
Needed him because his whip fast
O gave Zay a mask he turned around so fast got whiplash
Finna hit a lick but aint no split
I need a big stash
We was in the whip
I look around
I need a big bag
Gotta stack my chips make momma proud
And make the crib fat
Niggas not the clique
So when they turn around
Get big stabbed
But this is my side
This is my side
This is my side
This is my side
My side yeah