Intro Lyrics

Yeah, man, it's real pressure, man

Real pressure

Hey, man, come on, man

You on some bullshit, man

Drop the tape, man

What's up, man

Drop the tape, man

You know the streets waiting on that shit, dog

What up, man

Drop that bullshit

Bullshit, brother

These niggas ain't authentic

They gon' fall

They just like me

I ain't saying shit

I'm prepared to take it

Yeah

Yeah

La Familia

These niggas ain't authentic

They gon' fall

They just like Rico

I ain't saying shit

I'm prepared to take the Rico

In the trap, looking through the blondes and the people

Gang in this bitch

We looking like a bunch of kilos

I need some coolant for my arm

Got residue all on my wrist

And I ain't worried about no bitch, nigga

I'm really making flips

I do a lot of the love, bro

Now he double up his grips

I got my apron

Now I show you how to double up your fish

This that recipe

It'll have you triple up your chips

Rubber banded grips

Four pocket stuffed with all nips

I ain't no rap, nigga

But I got a drink

I'm from the 66, nigga

Drop the fire, nigga

Go on, here, here

Take you in here

We wasn't a hoopin', nigga

When we slid through and dropped that 60 selling hoops

nigga

Get up on that pot and then you whip it called ghost

Because I like the way he mix it in that kitchen in the booth

Reminiscing about the day I learned to hit it

I remember them long nights when we ain't had shit

Now we got bells

We got motion

We got grips

Young nigga with a strap trying to make a flip

Come on in

How you want them raw

You want them hip

I remember them long nights when we ain't had shit

Now we got bells

We got motion

We got grips

Young nigga with a strap trying to make a flip

Come on in

How you want them raw

You want them hip