My Niggas

I'm the type to go make me some money

He the type to keep making a diss

If he keep me in songs, then I'm probably hitting his bitch

Don't talk to me, it ain't bread, cause that bread do make that sense

We still ducking them fed's, niggas ain't got time for sentence

My niggas, my niggas, my brothers

We all come from out the gutter

Y'all niggas ain't like no other

Even let niggas meet my mother

I can go anywhere, I'm good, they'll look out, we got each other

We'll still spin all they hoods, take a dead man, we take another