La Familia ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Pushin' pressure, These all Za bows

I'ma let you pick it

Cuz a fool with a tool, It's a problem

I bet he fix it

Take a duece of Qua, Wit a duece of wock,

Wit my choice of drink & then I mix it

Ahhhhhhh I'm that nigga, don't you ever forget it

Bust a bow down, or a brick with us

It ain't no difference

Real solid niggas gettin' to the back

A product of the trenches

We used to be runnin' from polices

And jumpin' off of fences

Now Im really gettin' off that shit

That I cannot mention

Rubberbandin chicken

Ask Ghost

Swear to God, I had a vision

We ain't strayin' off this mission

He had a vision too

You should see him in the kitchen

Kill see this shit too

He got the whole city sippin(drank)

Jigg jus sat us down with a play for some millions

Don't ask me why I'm sippin' on this syrup

Cuz I'm healin

Big 58 probably got a 50 ball in the ceilin

And I just been runnin' through them loads

I been chillin

Three different plugs yellin' out, what's a Fumble

So many hoes, nigga, I'm just bein' humble

Sauced up head to toe, yeah, I got it from my Uncle

White people at the backdoor, aint know That they was junkies

Mook, grab the bike, nigga, I'ma grab the Pegs wit it

Rode the bus with my nigga, knowin' we was Breadwinners

Niggas say they outside, knowin' they was Bedsitters

So much motion on Fridays, couldn't hang With Craig, nigga

Germ come every Friday, he got friends with Him

Tam come every Friday, she got Sam with Her

I can go all day, really, I cram, nigga

Money train, hunnid round, gang, we got Yams, nigga

Tryna see a M, nigga, so what's the day off

Ball hard, runnin' laps, nigga, like the playoffs

Chrissy came down for 14, she want a Straight soft

Knock her down in the alley, then I gotta Skate off

Skate off