My N***a (Remix) Lyrics & Tabs by YG feat. Lil Wayne, Rich Homie Quan, Meek Mill & Nicki Minaj
My N***a (Remix)
guitar chords lyrics
I'm talkin bout puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work
(I done front a nigga's work)
You say you want that [?]
But we don't fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then [?] gone stomp you out
([?] momma ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli pokin' out, [?] pokin' out
Death Row days show you what this West Coast about
I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas
Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro
Don't beef over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the trigger
With my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas
Except my niggas
Tunechi!
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga
I done spent a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
She can like it on my bitches
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in [?] screamin "money ain't a thang"
And them red [?], lookin like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," Y just my nigga
Cause I been in the field like [?]
And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em
Cause when I need the choppers, just tell [?] hit em
I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You niggas ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My niggas
