50 Boyz

[Chorus]
My ni**a serve fiends, push keys, not part of the plan though
Walk around with blickys why you jumpin' out with rambos?
Know some funny looking ni**as, snakey look like Rango
Gave you many chances, why you holding out your hand though?
All grown up so we got waps up in the basement
Whip up in the kitchen, Air 1s, coke on my laces
Paranoid, I'm turning off my phone, I know they're tracing
Never talking to the feds, I swear I'll never give a statement

[Post-Chorus]
Styrofoam, a cup of dirty
Want a feature told 'em its a half a brick of dirty
With a bitch she from the hood, she bad, she like the perky
All the sins I've done up in my life, I know these demons yeah, they're coming back to hurt me
I pour prescription drugs, even though it eat my life
And I've been referred sometimes so I just call up my wife
Running to the plug, we're talking coke, we're talking white
Half a brick, a brick of yay, from the [?] coming right

(Half a brick, a brick of yay, from the [?] coming right
Half a brick, a brick of yay, from the [?] coming right)

[Verse 1]
Turning off my phone, feel like they're tryna get in here again
If brodie right or wrong, we'll go to war and I ain't hearing it
Brodie got the mash, he see the devil and they fearing him
Sliding on the opp block, in the van, get in gear again
Smoking on this cali, it collapsing all my lungs
Fucking with this bitch, she say she like a man with guns
Told my little ni**a if you see him anywhere, even on the road, better sus his chain, man that's a dub
Diamonds, money, fast car, bad bitch can't get enough
Whipping in the pyrex, it explode, I need a jug
Always working, who said that money ain't no fun
Never show emotion, my emotion even up

[Chorus]
My ni**a serve fiends, push keys, not part of the plan though
Walk around with blickys why you jumpin' out with rambos?
Know some funny looking ni**as, snakey look like Rango
Gave you many chances, why you holding out your hand though?
All grown up so we got waps up in the basement
Whip up in the kitchen, Air 1s, coke on my laces
Paranoid, I'm turning off my phone, I know they're tracing
Never talking to the feds, I swear I'll never give a statement

[Post-Chorus]
Styrofoam, a cup of dirty
Want a feature told 'em its a half a brick of dirty
With a bitch she from the hood, she bad, she like the perky
All the sins I've done up in my life, I know these demons yeah, they're coming back to hurt me
I pour prescription drugs, even though it eat my life
And I've been referred sometimes so I just call up my wife
Running to the plug, we're talking coke, we're talking white
Half a brick, a brick of yay, from the [?] coming right