News Or Somthn

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 repping 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 gon 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 gon'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