Guns & Roses ft. Poon & Dojia V Lyrics

When I die, God protect my soul Long as I'm alive, I'ma protect my own

Hot shells fall, bodies turn cold Live a rockstar lifestyle, guns and roses nigga

It ain't no tapping out, it ain't no folding nigga

Clutch on heaters, my intentions the coldest

Murder for rec and rep, but money the motive, nigga

But you should already know this Tell me, what would you do for some paper

Talking all blues like Benji's The Franklins

Money on the flow, I'ma kick doe and take shit

Money on his head, I'ma chef up and bake shit

Grind all night, slide on the day shit

Love home runs, but we respect bass hits

If you's a cop, then you's a cop, then tell me how should I take

A undercover dead in the streets, pigs in a blanket

Caught L, hope he make it back on appeal

Time to slide, I'ma shoot, plus take the wheel

Seen her yesterday, a fake perky took her life

Daughter raised without a mama, man this shit ain't right

Problems with my own niggas that I'm trying to settle

Make it past 25, then you a OG in the ghetto

Fighting attempted with poon then ANT went down for a murder

Left our guns in the trash, shooting, lost a few burners

Pops broke, cooking work, made the rocks turn blue

Thought I sent them without a clip, and that Tech-22

Was on a run in the ridge, but I'm missing the hood

Old friends wanna rekindle, but they know it ain't good

Missing that old glass brick, more than the Ac

Scared to slide, I did it for you, nigga, you still owe me for that

Scared to sleep, ran that nigga, he can't be in the trap

With them niggas that caught a hat before they started to rap

Ayy, B & DoughBoy on the beat, they made her cry for me

I ain't believe the bitch had feelings till she cried to me

Leave the house without my strap, that's suicide to me

I ain't from Bed-Stuy, but you know it's do or die with me

Syrup in this styrofoam, nah you can't hit this double cup

Bitches and these niggas tap in, they see me going up

Niggas wanna feature in these bitches like they hoing up

Everybody in this bitch got sections, but ain't known as us

This beat crying that's why you hear shots and gun sirens

She seen her son's brains across the pavement traumatizing

Ain't into shedding tears, cause her neph & them be sliding

Hollows ripping through a nigga, mama chicken in there frying

Her son beef with killers, now she a victim to violence

Wish I could bring my niggas back, bitch, with every crime committed

Free my killa on lockdown, he got a dime he sittin

You see me on that corner we grittin bitch we ain't never chillin