That’s My n#gg# Lyrics – YG
Singer: YG
Title: That’s My n#gg#
Ooh, ooh
This that Philly-Bompton sh#t
Yeah
I’m on the eastside rollin’ with my westside n#gg#s (westside, westside, westside)
We just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n#gg#
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds lookin’, pray they don’t catch my n#gg# (I pray they don’t catch my n#gg#)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my n#gg#
And burn this b#tch down like Left Eye, n#gg#, word up
I’m 4HUnnid n#gg# with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out Keenon n#gg# with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my n#gg#s (my n#gg#s)
Come through poppin’ with all my n#gg#s (my n#gg#s)
You should’ve seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
You should’ve seen what we ate last dinner
I don’t f*ck with them Hollywood n#gg#s
I don’t f*ck with them Hollywood n#gg#s
In the game, I’m the keep it right, n#gg#
‘Cause all these rap n#gg#s know my n#gg#s wanna get ’em
Basic b#tches came to suck this dick, no
Basic b#tches came to f*ck the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker sh#t
But I’ma do it my way n#gg#, f*ck the script
Came thru the block with everything that’s new
Sippin’ that motherf#ckin’ DS2
I can’t f*ck with him if he ain’t true
They like, “He alright but he ain’t you”
We like, five milli on aboard the ship
I was the richest n#gg# on the tip
Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot sh#t
Yoppa in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You ain’t gotta ask me, n#gg#, you ain’t got sh#t
You ain’t talkin’ money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only f#ckin’ with n#gg#s that be on cop sh#t
I be only f#ckin’ with b#tches that get it poppin’
You don’t wanna see one my n#gg#s face in a stockin’
Spray up your corner over some nonsense
I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside n#gg#s (westside, westside, westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n#gg#
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my n#gg# (I pray they don’t catch my n#gg#)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my n#gg#
And burn this b#tch down like Left Eye, n#gg#, word up
Can a real crip, get a lil’ bit?
Dump on a n#gg# for some silly sh#t
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah
Gang bang n#gg#s who he really with (crip!)
And we don’t talk to no motherf#ckin’ law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin’ that raw, n#gg#
Roll through the city, gun by your side
Bangin’ with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get f#cked off
n#gg#, this’s Crip on my, two times
Don’t give a f*ck and we’ll bust him one time, n#gg#
What y’all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin’ it off
I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside n#gg#s (westside, westside, westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n#gg#
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my n#gg# (I pray they don’t catch my n#gg#)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my n#gg#
And burn this b#tch down like Left Eye, n#gg#, word up
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