415

I got 1, I got 2
I got henny, I got rules
If you fuck with me, we mobbin
Through the cuts, that is true
Got a blaster & we strapped
.45 in the back
Ride or die, be my baby
And just take my fuckin hand
We can bump it, we can line it, or just shoot it
And just throw it
We'll be movin through the moments
Or be fuckin till the mornin

415 through the night
You tryna know where I'm from
I say yee this the city
And the vibe is hella young

Going dumb in the club
I got drank in my cup
I got white don't do dubs
I got pounds on lock
I'm a dope girl but I don't sell drugs
But I still got the plug
And some shooters in the cuts
415 where I stay
You don't wana fuck with us
All my bitches going cray
Keep it lit evеry day

Ain't no way I'm going back
Cuz I gotta get paid
Got the world on my shoulders
So I gotta makе a way