Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my clique I'mma ride or die
For my clique I'mma ride or die [Repeat]
Eating on some chips
Smoking on a blunt
Chilling on the front porch
Gray court pulled up in the front
[Interlude (in Salute Me Or Shoot Vol.2 Mixtape)]
Ladies and gentlemen
BOW! bow bow bow Dre, Cap, Flocka, Flocka
Cap, Dre, Dre, Cap, Flocka, Waka, Waka
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal, and sell dope
Roll dice, get money and gang-bang with my folk
Dre, Cap, n Waka
Handguns and choppas
Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Never again will I let a folk try me
45 on my hip, go'n check 'em if they try me
Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump ba*tards
From eastside to Riverdale fake wheels thunder bells
That's gone keep my pockets swell
Hell yeah I rob 'n steal
Gucci he go'n post da belll
Hand on my dick like f** jail
Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die
For my click I'm a ride or die
Eating on some chips
Smoking on a blunt
Chilling on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in da front porch
Now I'm grabbind on my pistol
And I'm running with da blunt
They think a n***a scared
I ain't no motherf**ing chump
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre, Capp, n Waka
Hand guns and choppas
Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
[Dre]
Ugghhh! betcha im'a bang mine
Mac 90 lift 'em, give 'em Micheal Jordan Hangtime
Bricksquad, bricks in, n***a it's c**aine time!
5 finga, bird finga n***a thats my gang sign
Try me, please come try dawg, one mans not man enough
If he stands 6 feet, bury him standin up
Nobody, I mean nobody on the ??? as hell
Grand national on 24's, ain't in Riverdale
Yeah try ta act right now
Cuz I'm in that damn roof, I got that Mac right now
Told you n***a try ta act right now
Cuz I'm in that damn yard got that Mac right now
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre, Capp, n Waka
Hand guns and choppas
Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
[Lil' Capp]
Yella tape, white top, black bottle bag
Ambulance on the way, cuz I shot his a**
He wanted beef so im around, round lookin for him
Let the coppa heat him up, like I was cookin for him
AR-15, call me 1-5
You tried the wrong dog, like you had 9 lives
p**y cat, p**y n***a, what you lookin at?
Cuz all my n***as either robbin or cookin crack
I'm the King of the Jungle, betta remember, a**emble
You like Terrell Davis from Denver
Cuz everytime you see me, you be runnin back
You know my Favorite 4 words, Where The Monay At?!
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre, Capp, n Waka
Hand guns and choppas
Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama