News or Something

You know how we be rockin', you heard

Bright light shinin' all bright on the Bentley

Whip the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties

Old school Chevy, '55 Granddaddy

Gotta throw some salt on it 'cause you know I'm gettin' at it

Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic

Throw the sauce on it, got it flyin' out of Dallas

Hope you didn't do it to yourself, that's tragic

Hope you didn't throw away what we established

Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family

The way a **** look around here, they'll backstab ya

Word from ya muhfuckin' brother, young ****

I just wanna see ya happy, I just wanna see ya happy

Comin' through the cut like a known grand reaper

'Bout to get straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper

Hold on to that clip like a doped-up needle

Girl, hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle

Known to put a bad little bitch in some red bottoms

Aye, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em

I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the West Side

Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral

It's a full moon in the middle of the day

Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier

Got the trap jam packed like the Masquerade

Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday

Tell them young **** grind 'fore you go knock something down

If they gon' shoot, then shoot something

We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something

We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something

Man down over yonder

Young came through, holdin' on the cane like a drummer

They done took a boss out, ****, no wonder

**** getting crossed out, ****, no wonder

Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja

These police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing

**** true to these clips, **** won't say nothing

**** true to these clips, **** won't say nothing

Had the Parkay jumpin' out the Pyrex

High definition glass on my pinky finger

**** swimming in the water, no paddle

**** tryna walk in my shadow

Got the bird on the bezel, I'ma well known rebel

Told the young **** Freebandz, Roc-A-Fella

Told the young **** Freebandz, Roc-A-Fella

You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella

We worked the Front Street where momma said don't go, we went there

Trap house embalmed with that crack, then we went there

Shawty don't fuck with these folks, these ****

Be telling these days, be telling these days

Known to put a bad little bitch in some red bottoms

Aye, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em

I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the West Side

Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral

It's a full moon in the middle of the day

Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier

Got the trap jam packed like the Masquerade

Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday

Tell the young **** grind 'fore you go knock something down

If they gon' shoot, then shoot something

We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something

We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something

Man down over yonder

Young came through, holdin' on the cane like a drummer

They done took a boss out, ****, no wonder

**** getting crossed out, ****, no wonder

Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja

These police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing

**** true to these clips, **** won't say nothing

**** true to these clips, **** won't say nothing