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Tinashe feat. Schoolboy Q Lyrics


Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that crip shit

Niggas said cuz in the first grade
In the shade where the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that gang sweep
Now I'm in back of a van
And my wrists got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga on his pockets
Watch the cos, they be watchin'
County news for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on bunk status
Shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench press
Pc, get the fruit loops
Keep tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank god for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They ain't show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go, huh?
A young nigga back on fig
H-crown on wig
Shoe strings say where I'm from
On probation and got my gun
Other side goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm gangbanging

Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue chucks
Blue tee, nigga I keep it g
Nigga, in the streets is where I be
I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep
Me and floyd posted on fig
Getting it in and movin' it out
Getting it in and movin' it out
I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks
Fiends keep comin', this shit don't stop
When it's war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this shit off tops
My nigga gonna ride for this crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, thank god
Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd
Punk ass niggas better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, nigga get popped
I'm gon' ride for this shit, on crip
A nigga gon' die for this shit then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm gang banging

Uh, might go down for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set, nigga
I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't crippin'
Back to back, me and tiny smack
I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac
Niggas ask, what he signed for?
I got an eight ball, I got a rondo
I got an ak when that bitch spray
It's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin', getting mail in it
I ain't even talkin' mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell, nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell, huh?
School of hard knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and traffic like a orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale watch
Front line like mailboxes
5-12, that's the numbers on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, members only
.45, no numbers on it
Scratched down, I'm strapped down
Might go down for this shit
If I don't then I'm racked down
Rank up there with shaq crown
I got a benji button like brad pitt
I press that, I'm gettin' rich
I might go down for this shit

We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: QUINCY MATTHEW HANLEY

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Jessica Curtis

Give me all that you got now
Make you want me cause I'm hot now
I'm gone, so faded I'm on one
Bang bang, pop off like a long gun

If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice

We can mob all in the whip (make the money)
Make the money, make a grip (I be stuntin')
I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded)
Getting faded 'til we trip (oh)

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to, let's roll
I love to get 2 on
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let's roll

Yeah we can get active
And all
My bitches attractive
We go
You know who we are now
Get high
Hotbox in my car now

If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice

We can mob all in the whip (make the money)
Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin')
I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded)
Getting faded 'til we trip (oh)

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it)
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
I love to, let's roll

Uh, pull your panties down from under you
Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q
Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane
Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring
Nasty, baby do it in the backseat
Swear this marijuana keep it cracking
Lights, camera, action
I ain't doing nothing 'til the cash
Money, money, money, weed, fashion
Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing
Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping
Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay

Just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya (smoke it ya)
Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya (pour it ya)
And my enemies, they see me living now (living now)
And if you roll with me, then you'll be winning now, oh

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it)
Let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
I love to, let's roll



All comments from YouTube:

WhatTheGenre

When you listen to an old song, you just can't stop listening to another one 😎🔊🔥

CrushingShorts

Me at 9 am

Infinity relaxing sounds

trueeee 😂😂going through that right now

Kelsey

That's the soul craving to feed and feel through music. Follow that feeling.

Pablo Orellana

🏁

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So true

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slyoneOone

This and "All Hands on Deck" are my favorite songs from her. She's talented

This Is Me!

Same here, you can her this song in a coffee shop in the netherlands lmao, so light it up and relax LMAO

Theo Manjo

Yupppp and “no drama” with offset

Mistress Bayonetta

Listen to 333 new Tinashe album!

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