Swear to God I won't tell
Swear to God I won't tell
For my click I'm a ride or die

Im Eatin on some chips
Plus im Smoking on a blunt
Chillin on da front porch
Gray court pulled up in the front

All I know is smoke weed, rob steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money and gang bang with my folk
Dre capp and waka
Hand guns, and choppas
Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama

Never again will I let a fuck try me
45 on my hip, gone check em if they try me
Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards
From eastside to riverdale fake pills thunder bells

That's gone keep my pockets swell
Hell yeah I won't tell
Gucci he gone post da belll
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Hand on my d*ck like f**k 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
Chillin on da front porch
Gray court pull up in da front porch
Now I'm grabbin on my pistol
And I'm running with da blunt
They think a nigga scared
I ain't no muf***king chump

All I know is smoke weed, run, steal and sell dope
Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk
Dre capping waka
Hand, guns and choppas
Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama


Thanks to Cecil for correcting these lyrics

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