N.W.O Lyrics

May I burn in hell

If I betray my niggas

Y'all trippin

Ten-Four

Hope you know I'm bout my business

Teo I don't think they get it

This shit used to be about money

How the fuck it turn bout bitches

Yeah you here for 25, but can you flip it make it 50

Ain't give a fuck when I run out

I got it back and now y'all trippin'

We get locked, don't make a sound

You went in and started chirpin

Nothing I do by mistake

I ran my money low on purpose

Just so I can see you snake

Just so I can see you worthy

Ain't never worked no restaurant

In 10th grade I start serving

Either you with me or not

I'ma always get this guap

Yeah the streets taught me a lot

I ain't learn shit from my pops

I don't hold no grudge wit him

Doe know this life shit can't be hard

Get the bussin through the peephole

Come to this trap better knock

Police pull me over

Know they searching for them Glocks

Four lines in my soda

And my swishers full of Za

I just want to bend you over

I ain't trying to take you out

Why the fuck would I do that

You throwing pussy to them guys

And they ain't even worth more than my right pocket

And they ain't even got it

How a nigga got it

I been one of the real ones

Breaking bread that's how I'm rocking

Where the hell you been killa

Catch a body say nothing about it

Throw them poles over the river

This nigga just threw back a Roxy

Streets know I'm a humble nigga

Long live the Guyz that's why I pop it

Yeah you did that snake shit

But that ain't come with rank bitch

You know I would've helped you out

Right now we would've been lit

Should've told me it was that

I look at you like my kin

Pole sitting in my lap

The play move wrong I'm shooting quick

Who the fuck said that was cap

Come and try see what it is

What you went and did for your hood

What you brought back to your city

That's that shit I'm talking about

When I blow up my niggas with me

Bro blow up we all did

Blow that pole we all hit

Hang around that rat

Just know you that little nigga all snitching

Hang around that rat

Little nigga y'all all snitching

What the fuck

We in the streets nigga

Hang around that rat

Nigga y'all all snitching

Fuck

Yeh you hit fa 25 but can you flip it make it fifty

Ain't give a fuck

When I ran out

I got it back and now y'all tripping

Ay

Mateo